Tarot

Chapter 4: Five of wands - The brain says stop, but the heart says go.

The day seemed to drag as Draco waited impatiently for night to cover the castle once again. He had received an owl from his mother during breakfast that brought the Tarot cards he had asked for, a truly beautiful set painted with pictures of angels and fairies that fluttered and floated about as if deeply enthralled with the objects they held. He had the gift, now all he needed was the guarantee that his efforts would not be wasted and that she would return his affection.

At supper he picked at his meal without thought or care as to what he was eating. His mind was buzzing with what the ghost Madam Morgan could possibly want to do to him, and who the others who desired Celeste could be. ‘Most likely Potter.’ He mused bitterly. He would be damned before he allowed the ‘boy-who-lived’ to win the affections of his girl.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he was aware of the fact that Pansy was chattering on beside him, but he really didn’t care what she was saying.

Nor did he care that he had potions homework he had yet to finish. None of it mattered to him, and the later it became the less everything mattered, and then the clock struck ten. Most of the house was still awake, he knew he should have waited until at least midnight but his gut told him he had to go.

Standing he moved to the portrait and exited the Slytherin common room without a word, making his way down the dark damp corridors toward the room of Madam Morgan. As he turned down the final hall and beheld the door he felt something grab him. At first he tried to shrug himself free, so close to the object of his desire, but upon finding himself still in the grip of what ever, or who ever, he finally turned to face the culprit.

“What are you doing out of your common room at this time of night Malfoy?” Professor Snape demanded, his hand tightening around the younger man’s shoulder. “You shall return at once. You shouldn’t even be here. This area of the dungeon is forbidden.”

Draco blinked, his mind clearing slightly as he looked upon the face of his mentor and godfather. “Serevus… I…” He shook his head and then looked around. How had he gotten to Madam Morgan’s, he didn’t even remember leaving the Slytherin common room. “I think I must have been sleep walking, I don’t remember leaving my room.”

“You shouldn’t be here Draco.” Snape hissed, “it’s dangerous…”

“Is it now?” Came the voice of Madam Morgan from the door at the end of the hall. She floated with her arms crossed over her chest, her lips set in a puckered frown. “Young Malfoy is mine Snape. He has already come to me of his own will.”

Snape’s gaze went from Draco to Morgan and back again, “You fool, don’t tell me you’ve bargained with the her.” He spat

All Draco could do was lower his head, he suddenly realized what it was that he had done.

“You can’t have him.” Snape growled at the phantom.

“Oh it’s far to late for that dear Snape, what’s done is done and there is no changing it.” She held out a luminous hand to Draco, “come young Malfoy. It is time.”

Draco looked from Snape to the ghost. “It will be alright Severus. I’ve got it under control.” It was a lie of course, what control could he have over a ghost, but he had to find a way to calm his godfather. Pushing Snape’s hand from his shoulder he finished the walk down the hallway to the door.

“Be gone Snape. What goes on in my rooms does not concern you.” Madam Morgan commanded as she and Draco disappeared behind the wooden surface.

***

Harry Potter had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there. Everything since dinner had been a blur and now he found himself in an unfamiliar set of rooms. The sound of a door closing drew his attention and he looked up to see a spirit he did not recognize and his worst enemy. “Malfoy…” He spat

Draco sneered, so it was Potter that was after his girl. “What is the test Madam? I’m ready to prove I’m worthy.”

“Worthy…?” Harry echoed.

“The first task is simple; sit, drink, remain aware.” The ghost answered, motioning to the two mugs that sat on the low table between the black couches.

Draco nodded and sat opposite Harry, “May the best man win Potter, which means I will.” His smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he lifted the mug and took the first drink. The taste was sweet, and it was still steaming, but he knew the feeling that settled over his body, it was a mind dimming potion. When properly brewed it would cause the drinker to fall into a stupor.

Harry stared at the mug in front of him, slowly becoming more aware of his surroundings. “I think you have the wrong person.”

“What’s the matter Potter? Scared you’ll loose?” Draco sneered taking another drink.

“No Malfoy. I just don’t see any reason to be here.” Harry retorted as he stood.

“It is far to late to back out young Potter.” Madam Morgan stated, floating over to the two boys. “You will drink what sits before you and compete with young Malfoy.”

Harry stared at her blankly, “Why would I do that?”

“Because you were followed down to my chambers by your two friends, and failure to do as I say will result in trouble for them.” She stated flatly.

Harry’s jaw dropped, “Where are they?” He demanded

“Sit down, shut up and drink what’s in the damned mugged Potter.” Draco snapped as he took another large drink.

Harry glared, “this, this is all your doing Malfoy.”

“No,” corrected Morgan, “this is all MY doing. And if you do not do as I say right now I will show you your friends and it will be the last time you see them.”

Swallowing hard he sat back down on the couch, picked up the mug and drained the contents in a single drink. “There, I drank. Now… now…” He felt strange, as if the world was dimming around him. He couldn’t remember what he had been saying, or where he was. But even through the fog that settled over his mind he was aware of the fire that was slowly smoldering in the pit of his stomach.

Draco too was starting to feel a strange need building in him. Blinking slowly he lifted his almost empty mug and examined it, sniffing at its contents and then taking the last gulp, allowing the taste to linger on his tongue.

“Now for the second test young Malfoy, something you fear.” Morgan cooed as she floated in a large circle around the two boys.

Draco’s head snapped up to look at her, forcing his eyes to focus. “I’ve already beaten Potter, why must the tests continue?” He demanded.

“Because I say there are three things you must do to be granted my help. You have completed the first. The second, involves your mouth and young Potter’s growing need.”

He paled, visions of his nightmares filling his waking mind. “And… if I can’t?” He muttered. His mind was still clouded

“Then you are not worthy of my help.”

“And if I flat out refuse?”

“Then by sunrise tomorrow the girl you love will hate you with the passions of hell and be smitten with your enemy.”

Draco swallowed hard, it wasn’t a fair choice to have to make. He couldn’t loser her to Potter, not her, yet… how could he disgrace himself by performing such a sickening act. It was his choice, he realized it had all been his choice. He had gone through so much to have the chance to be with her, he couldn’t bare to see Potter win again. Standing he walked around the coffee table and fell to his knees in front of the other boy. “Don’t think this makes up friendly Potter. And I’m not a fag, I just have to have her.” Undoing Harry’s jeans he exposed the other boy and smirked.

“Do you find something funny young Malfoy?” Morgan asked.

“He might have me in a game of Quidditch, but at least I have something over him.” Taking a deep breath he slowly wrapped his mouth around Harry’s rock hard member, repressing the nausea rising in his throat.

“Hermione…” Harry groaned, thrusting into the warm mouth, the drugs had taken him, he was no longer truly conscious his mind filling with dreams.

Draco too was falling into dreams, or rather, nightmares. He fought to stay aware, to remember that he was safe at Hogwarts and it was not the Dark Lord thrusting up into his mouth. His stomach churned as bile once again rose in the back of his throat.

It was met by Harry’s searing hot seed as he exploded in a cry of pleasure, thrusting deep into Draco’s throat forcing him to swallow back both the need to vomit and the sticky white liquid.

Morgan smiled, watching Draco battled his demons and slowly win. “That’s enough. Follow me.” She ordered, floating into the connecting room.

Draco stood shakily wiping his mouth. What he had done was humiliating and he was glad Harry had been unconscious. Walking into the room he was aware that it was a bedroom, and laying on the bed were Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. “You really did have them…”

“I rarely lie about such thing. Now, for the final test of your worthiness. I want you to meet your Mistress.” The ghost said, indicating to a figure seated in an overstuffed chair in the corner.

“My… Mistress…?” Draco echoed. “What do you mean my Mistress? “

“Exactly as I have said. I have chosen this path for you, and you have no choice but to take it.”

“Bullshit!” Draco spat. “My life is not yours to do with as you please. I came to you to help me get the girl I want. Not to become your slave.”

The woman in the chair rose, she wore a white mask that covered all her features save her painted crimson lips and her cold midnight eyes. Copper Brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun atop her head. She was dressed in tight black leather, her cream colored bosom swelling in the confines of the corset top.

“If you refuse this, our deal is forfeit. And I will take personal pleasure in ruining your life.” Madam Morgan hissed.

The woman in the mask simply moved to stand next to the ghost.

Draco gritted his teeth, “No. I will not do this.”

Madam Morgan smiled, turning to look at the masked woman. “Of course my dear, you are right. How silly of my to loose my temper. Young Malfoy, bow before your wise Mistress.”

“I told you our deal was off. There is nothing that you can say or do that will make me change my mind.”

“You have taken part of young Potter into yourself. Failure to do as we command of you and that part of him will grow into an unquenchable need for him. You will forget all about the girl you think you love and spend every moment of your life trying to be with Harry Potter.”

He paled, his anger snuffed out by fear, “you can’t actually do that to me. You can’t make me desire my worst enemy like that…”

“Of course I can young Malfoy. There is very little in this world that the dear lady and I cannot do. That is why you came to me, that is why they have always come to me. Now you will do as I say.”

Draco paled, “no, no I wont. Even if I wanted to I can’t, I’m a Death Eater.” He admitted, pulling up his sleeve to expose the mark that wriggled and pulsed on his arm.

Madam Morgan laughed, a humorless sound that was accompanied by a small smile from the masked woman next to her. “Do you really think that Tom Riddle holds a candle to me? That half blood twit would never have made it to be called a dark lord had I still been alive. I’d have seen to that.”

Draco stood speechless, then frowned. “No. My answer is still no. I’ll do it myself, I should never have come to you for help.”

The ghost frowned, then sighed. “You have forced my hand. So be it young Draco, when you are ready to do as you are told I will see your return, and your apology.”

Scowling he turned and retreated back into the halls. His mind was still fogged from the potion and his groin ached despite what he had allowed himself to agree to. All he wanted to do was go back to his dorm and go to sleep. The entire idea had been a mistake, the ghost was just another person trying to control him, like his father, like Voldemort. He was tired of it, and just plain tired, nightmares still plagued him, but his mind and body demanded sleep.

TBC