The Pureblood Coup
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
58
Views:
41,298
Reviews:
137
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Young Lust 3
Continuation of….
Chapter Eleven: Young Lust
Snape soon found the second floor corridor, with the gigantic gazebo glowing like a yellow orb in place of where there should have been a three-hundred-and-sixty degree balcony. He took a deep breath and then stopped suddenly. How on earth was he going to tell about one hundred people, not to mention many of them drunks to stop enjoying themselves?
“Sonorous…,” Snape whispered, pointing his wand at his throat. He then went for the main entrance directly into the hub of the action.
The sight was still appallingly surreal. Not as many bodies in there as before, now only sixty witches and wizards, but still an unbelievable egregious sight.
Nobody really noticed him enter, despite sticking out in black Death Eater robes, whilst they were naked. He knew he would need to cause a major disturbance to get them moving.
He pointed his wand over his head and did some advanced spell to silence the merpeople images in the stain-glass on the ceiling from singing their soft lullaby-like song in mermish. The music ended in mid-sentence, the mood killed. The merpeople’s lips hanging open parted, frozenly immobile in the stain-glass. Neither were there the harps playing inside the stain-glass, which had served as the beat to sync with in time to intercourse.
Still having group sex, Crabbe Senior and Goyle Senior rose from the other end of the pool looking around stupidly, shielding their eyes in the bright light.
Other people started to look as well. Snape did not hesitate, he aimed his wand, as ominously as he could, and shot a spell at the giant pyramid of martini glasses. The giant pyramid was made up of smaller pyramids, being the glasses all clustered together forming the whole.
At once the hundreds of them came tumbling onto the garland embedded floor, the chilled neon colored wines spilling out, dying the nearby flowers strewn, weaved into the garland.
Snape’s face was bright red, as he roared convulsively, “The Dark Lord is furious with this whole damn debacle! Leave now before he arrives or all of you perishes!”
They actually believed Voldemort was coming and the crowd as one stampeded out going for the changing rooms. Some taking desperate, flailing strokes to swim out of the placid perfumed lagoon as if they would drown.
Snape wiped a trickle of sweat off his forehead, and then looked down at the House-elves and said coldly, “Clean this up…Listen to your superiors, your masters. Clean it up now!”
The several House-elves jumped frightened, and even though Snape was not a Malfoy, they listened to his order. Scurrying to pick up the hundreds of glass from the fallen pyramid of alcohol, pricking their fingers, blood oozing out the backs of their tiny brown hands.
Snape stalked outside, before he could get heat exhaustion. He was surprised to see Lucius and Narcissa.
“I can’t go in there, and tell them to stop it, Narcissa. I don’t know whether our Lord approves or not…,” argued Lucius, grinding through his teeth.
“Too late, I ended it,” cut in Snape, before Narcissa could respond, her face directed at her husband with disdain and disagreement.
“And no, the Dark Lord did not approve of this-this orgy. Not in the slightest, Lucius. In fact, I think he might regret bothering with this whole party at all.”
Lucius frowned deeply at Snape. Snape walked by, carelessly, and went to hang out somewhere else, as he watched dozens of people leave the other doors, disheveled appearances from dressing so quickly back into their attire. They had the most guilty expressions on their faces, looking around frightened to find Voldemort.
Note: the last drawing room scene is coming next. More insight into Voldemort's regime. Hope you don't mind, then we'll be getting some new interesting action.
Chapter Eleven: Young Lust
Snape soon found the second floor corridor, with the gigantic gazebo glowing like a yellow orb in place of where there should have been a three-hundred-and-sixty degree balcony. He took a deep breath and then stopped suddenly. How on earth was he going to tell about one hundred people, not to mention many of them drunks to stop enjoying themselves?
“Sonorous…,” Snape whispered, pointing his wand at his throat. He then went for the main entrance directly into the hub of the action.
The sight was still appallingly surreal. Not as many bodies in there as before, now only sixty witches and wizards, but still an unbelievable egregious sight.
Nobody really noticed him enter, despite sticking out in black Death Eater robes, whilst they were naked. He knew he would need to cause a major disturbance to get them moving.
He pointed his wand over his head and did some advanced spell to silence the merpeople images in the stain-glass on the ceiling from singing their soft lullaby-like song in mermish. The music ended in mid-sentence, the mood killed. The merpeople’s lips hanging open parted, frozenly immobile in the stain-glass. Neither were there the harps playing inside the stain-glass, which had served as the beat to sync with in time to intercourse.
Still having group sex, Crabbe Senior and Goyle Senior rose from the other end of the pool looking around stupidly, shielding their eyes in the bright light.
Other people started to look as well. Snape did not hesitate, he aimed his wand, as ominously as he could, and shot a spell at the giant pyramid of martini glasses. The giant pyramid was made up of smaller pyramids, being the glasses all clustered together forming the whole.
At once the hundreds of them came tumbling onto the garland embedded floor, the chilled neon colored wines spilling out, dying the nearby flowers strewn, weaved into the garland.
Snape’s face was bright red, as he roared convulsively, “The Dark Lord is furious with this whole damn debacle! Leave now before he arrives or all of you perishes!”
They actually believed Voldemort was coming and the crowd as one stampeded out going for the changing rooms. Some taking desperate, flailing strokes to swim out of the placid perfumed lagoon as if they would drown.
Snape wiped a trickle of sweat off his forehead, and then looked down at the House-elves and said coldly, “Clean this up…Listen to your superiors, your masters. Clean it up now!”
The several House-elves jumped frightened, and even though Snape was not a Malfoy, they listened to his order. Scurrying to pick up the hundreds of glass from the fallen pyramid of alcohol, pricking their fingers, blood oozing out the backs of their tiny brown hands.
Snape stalked outside, before he could get heat exhaustion. He was surprised to see Lucius and Narcissa.
“I can’t go in there, and tell them to stop it, Narcissa. I don’t know whether our Lord approves or not…,” argued Lucius, grinding through his teeth.
“Too late, I ended it,” cut in Snape, before Narcissa could respond, her face directed at her husband with disdain and disagreement.
“And no, the Dark Lord did not approve of this-this orgy. Not in the slightest, Lucius. In fact, I think he might regret bothering with this whole party at all.”
Lucius frowned deeply at Snape. Snape walked by, carelessly, and went to hang out somewhere else, as he watched dozens of people leave the other doors, disheveled appearances from dressing so quickly back into their attire. They had the most guilty expressions on their faces, looking around frightened to find Voldemort.
Note: the last drawing room scene is coming next. More insight into Voldemort's regime. Hope you don't mind, then we'll be getting some new interesting action.