The Pureblood Coup

Sheherazade: I really am enthralled that my fic gave you some ideas for your own fic, “The Four Brides of Severus Snape” Cool!

Blood_Red_Eyes: Glad you thought Ollivander was in IC, that’s what I thought when writing it. For some reason, his words came very easily to me, and I am not the Ollivander expert, LOL!

Lilith: Thanks for reviewing, I think you’ll like that there is more Draco!


Note: the following scene is making me cringe and laugh at the same time…It’s crazy…probably about time someone accuses me of being on LSD for writing this whole story. LOL!


Chapter Eleven: Young Lust


Draco made his way up the third floor, sulkily. He was depressed over his favorite teacher, Snape punishing him so harshly, and also the fact that Theodore had left him, and so he couldn’t find anyone to boss around or joke with anymore. He resisted rubbing his back, through the lime-green dressrobes, his bum aching and sore from the ordeal.

The stairs twisted as he ascended a huge stairwell. At the landing of the third floor was the first corridor of the floor, in a square leading in four directions like a compass to other corridors. But in the very center, taking up all the space where there would have been 360 degree balcony in the stairwell, was a gigantic circular structure like a gazebo. Above the circular structure, if one looked up, you could see the fourth and highest floor of the manor house. Above, where the fourth floor is, a balcony overlooked the ceiling of the circular structure. The circular structure seemed to be pulsating with heat and glowing like a giant, murky yellow orb. Draco, of course knew just what was inside. As one got closer, you could see steam on the glass doors that went all around it. Because it was covered in steam, it was impossible to see through at all. Draco took one of the correct doors to where he needed to go and went in.

Minutes later, Draco emerged out of the male bathroom and changing room, into the inside center of the circular structure. The sight was simply breathtaking, and it was so hot it was hard to breathe, until one’s lungs adjusted to the humidity. There were nearly one hundred of the four hundred guests inside the bathhouse ranging from age two to over one hundred years old. Witches and wizards of all ages completely free of dressrobes. He was stark naked, a greenish-blue oily potion sinking into his epidermis. Draco and all the others had to slather on the oily potion to prevent heat exhaustion in the sauna environment. The whole place was basically a tropical magical pleasure lagoon.

Draco’s eyes went for the gigantic wobbly-shaped bath in the center, which resembled a pool, actually the equivalent of two Olympics sized pools. He was startled to see his girlfriend, Pure-blood Pansy Parkinson, in the middle of the pool, reposing on a raft. Draco went red, blushing to witness his on-and-off girlfriend at Hogwarts, shamelessly naked, with only a little jewelry, gold anklets. Pansy, was reposing prone on the raft, chin in her hand and with the other, waving her wand, levitating bubbles up from the water. Her face, which sort of looked like a pug to some, yet she was smiling though.

Draco walked carefully along to one of the lounge chairs at the other end of the pool, to just observe and try to pluck up the courage to go in the bath with Pansy there. Nobody noticed him at all, and certainly not the cuts on his behind. He sat, down gingerly his gray eyes only staring mystified at Pansy, debating whether he should try to seduce her. For that is what many in there were doing. It was basically one massive orgy. Draco did not have the confidence, and he was too upset and unhappy. He just watched the back of her. Pansy’s back was a little broad for a girl, he inwardly criticized viciously, but she had a nice, rounded and juicy bottom, at least. As he watched her, the potion soaked into his skin, so that the bluish-green colour disappeared, absorbed.

Meanwhile, there was plenty of activity going on both around the large perimeter of the of the bath, and inside the bath. Several were smoking colorful plumes of drugs as usual, many others were drinking, by now plenty of them tipsy. Others were eating from elaborate banquet tables set against the walls, loaded with fruits and cheeses. There was also a pyramid of mini martini glasses filled with neon-colored chilled wines, the different colors visible as the glasses are clear. One could simply accio themselves a glass being careful to take from the top of the pile, of course. The remnants of empty martinis, scores of them already littered the floor. The floor was decorated with garlands and flowers, completely covering it so that it looked like a lawn, and also became a comfortable place to get laid. Some of the women had plucked flowers from the floor and put them in their hair like wreaths, yet the flowers were already wilted from the heat. On the ceiling above the pool was a stain-glass window of Merpeople. Male and female Merpeople were seranading in their native language, mermish while some of the Merpeople played harps. They were making the music for the atmosphere, slow and mournful in tune, yet an irrestible beauty about it. The Mermish lyrics translate to:

From the celestial sky
A victory of Merlin
Beloved inevitablity

Wizard of the British Isles
Lovers and death entwined
To the remaining pain
The wholesome celestial sky
Stolen freedom

Right in front of one end of the width of the pool, smack in the center was the most conspicuous activity, and the most promiscuous. A massive orgy of adults on top of each other. Literally about a dozen and others following the lead having sex right next to them. One woman was sandwiched between two obese men being tabled. Crabbe Sr., a Death Eater moved at the pace of a snail, thrusting his cock through her vagina. While Goyle Sr. was at the other end on top of the woman, trying to suck the intertwined sexual organs at once. Meanwhile, linked to Goyle, was another man, trying unsuccessfully to insert his cock into Goyle’s anus, whilst two women at once came onto him. He was thwarted by one of the women kissing him, as he started fucking Goyle, and the other woman massaging his chest and shoulders.

Meanwhile two other Death Eaters were also participating in this massive orgy, they had been allowing several witches to take turns sucking on their dicks. They were lying right in front of the other spectacle on the floor. The winning woman got her back rubbed with ice, as if to cool her from the heat. They were growing bored of it though, and suddenly Rabastan Lestrange decided to levitate one of the losing women. Rodolphus, jumped up, his thickset frame had a pot belly, and he took up the idea with a playful air. This was something sexual Death Eaters love to do, but it was exclusive to muggle women. But Rabastan and Rodophus made an exception, waving their wands, and two more women were hanging upside down, revolving.

Rabastan said, “Let’s tie them together, so that they can start fucking each other.”

“Good call,” said Rodolphus (Bellatrix’s husband).

Bound by invisible ropes at the legs, they moved closer, and the women did what the two wanted them to, willlingly. Laughing and giggling, going along with the others, they banged their vulvas against each other. Admist the hundred people, there were others versions of levitated people in the bathhouse.

At another point in a different location on the patio, some people were playing with a magical sex toy that was very similar to Gobstones, except it squirted out masturbation on the loser.

Then, there was the younger Avery watching his middle-aged girlfriend, Claudia, swimming in the deep end of the pool. She swam, slowly through the hot water and then floated. The water came out of gargoyle mouth taps, and it was of several colors and purfumed, with bubbles skidding the whole surface. In fact, the entire pool, was filled with blues, purples, and green, and yellows, so that it looked like paint swirled together from a pallet. The pool was similar to the Prefect Bathroom on the third floor at Hogwarts because it also contained taps with different perfumed waters.

“Come here, Claudia…,” called Avery, and there was a kind of affection in his voice.

Claudia swam over to him. Avery was putting some type of cream on his dick. It was foamy and white.

“Suckle up my honey suckle honey,” he said.

And Claudia, jewels sparkling in her hair, stood on tiptoe in the water, and lifted her head as if she was snogging him over the embankment. But rather, it was his penis, hanging where he sat on the edge of the pool.

She put her lips on it, and then began to passionately give him a blow-job as if it was the most wonderful thing. Her tongue ravishing it over her mouth and then after several moments, she thoughtlessly, grabbed Avery’s waist and pulled him into the water. His legs wrapped around her waist, and she began to take him herself, in control. She moaned, “That cream on your penis was delicious…What was it?”

“Whipped cream, love” he said.

Notably close to where Avery was sitting, had been Wormtail alone but gleeful. His toes skimming the surface of the water making little waves as he kicked.

And then further, down the pool was a group of teenage girls, sitting on the steps at the shallow end. They were talking and laughing, whilst a couple of house-elves were fanning them to say cool. Several house-elves were actually all around, trying to keep the place in order. There were several fanning the guests, and some were trying to clean up the little martini glasses littering the floor. But there were other messes, like the bloke who vomited in a corner, completely wasted on alcohol. It was impossible to keep clean, as the guests littered constantly.

In front of the shallow end of the bath, several gluttonous men and women were eating absentmindedly from a pile of food they had collected. In a daze they watched, sitting on lounge chairs, observing what Antonin Dolohov and the elderly Death Eater, Isaac Nott were doing in the water.

Quite awhile ago, they had transfigured tentacles onto three little boy’s limbs. As if little sea urchins, the cute little boys swam around the two old men, passing under the spread legs, repeatedly until they were “caught.” For it was really just a game, in which the two Death Eaters were making up the rules as they went along.

“Come on, get under the bridge,” coaxed Dolohov to one of the urchins. And then, he caught the child who was six years of age, and then the two-year-old followed his friend. These were the same children that had been in the nursery, until Draco had played that trick. Perhaps, if he had not done so, they still would be safe in the nursery.

Once Dolohov had caught the two-year-old, he tossed him over his shoulder. Like a sack the child hung over his back, upside down. Meanwhile, he pushed the other boy’s head underwater, and started sexually assaulting him. The child struggled instinctively, fearing he would drown, but he could not get free.

And Nott, manipulated a timid thirteen-year-old boy, forcing him to perform sexual favours for him, yet the boy was trying to get away, knowing this was not a game.

In another location a group of youths in their twenties were playing Exploding Snap. Yet, this time when you lost points in the game, the others would throw the Exploding Snap onto the skin, until it made small singe marks, like miniscule cigarette burns being pelted on them.

Then there was some people, popping grapes into each other mouths, next to others lounging on their stomach, on some conjured cushions on the floor, eating off a silver platter of the banquet food.

But in the middle of all this, there was one young man completely ostracized and alone. Marcus Flint, a former Slytherin player on Draco’s school Quidditch team had been ganged up on earlier. Some had accused him of smelling like a troll, which was probably true because he had troll blood in him. Now he was grinding his teeth, watching the sight from the sidelines, as he made himself fill with pre-cum. The scent of troll, had probably been detected because the heat would make smells more pungent, and the potion oil had also given him a green tinge to his skin.

Draco had finally stopped fixating on Pansy. He was no longer filtering out the rest of the scene. His face was pale, as he watched frightened by how far his people would go…

“This is just weird…,” Draco said to himself. He was truly bewildered by the sight of the ludicrous behaviour. His thoughts drifted to Potter and his pals, the good side. He wondered if they would ever do this. And he continued to think most secretly how there was a desire, a wish that he could be on the “good side”.

By now, he was much too frightened to pursue Pansy, and she was climbing out of the pool now anyway, leaving to go back to the other places to party. His eyes averted from her, and then he saw his two best friends.

Gregory Goyle was lying on the ground some yards away, an apple in his mouth, like he wanted to gag himself. And then Vincent Crabbe was kneeling in front of a man, rimming him. Whilst Crabbe did so, he ate off the man’s anus, chewing shards of crytallized pineapple, contentedly. Crabbe dived in for more, burying his head like a hog. They both greatly resembled hogs, in fact.

Draco exhaled and then murmured, “Sick…” And he continued to ponder the people, he identified with. Slytherin, Death Eaters, Pure-blood. Is this how they should act? Draco was much too afraid and insecure to be doing this, unless maybe someone came over to him and encouraged him. But for now he couldn’t.

Then, there was somebody else watching near the entrance into the bathhouse. Lord Voldemort, magically invisible through one of the doors, outside. He had cleared the steam obstructing the view of the bathhouse center from the outside in the corridor. There was an extreme look of shock on his snake-like face, that quickly morphed into boiling anger. It was a blunder of him, really. He regretfully thought how he was foolish, really not to realize this would happen. Of course, if he allowed Bellatrix’s wish to come true, to have a celebration of the coup, they would do this!

About a third of the Death Eaters were participating in it, and Voldemort staked out appalled to watch them all have sex like this. To his point of view they were being a bunch of beast-like worthless hedonists!

And then he saw Bellatrix enter, and minutes later she had several men were surrounding her, with a hopeful air about them, clearly having respect for the powerful witch. Then she was raping a wizard, herself on top, whilst she crucioed laughing, and then started playfully spanking him. Voldemort thought, perhaps to work off the punishment he had given her before, for that ridiculous shrine?!

Voldemort watched a moment longer, and then turned his back. He could not stand to watch, or he might just burst with rage, and kill them all right there. No. He had a more efficient idea in which to use someone else…