Blackmail is not just for Slytherins
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Chapter 5
A/N this is a slightly shorter chapter - but the next one should be ready in the next couple of days... hope you enjoy!
Blackmail is not just for Slytherins
Chapter 5
Draco was lying in his bathtub, soaking away the aches of the evening and thinking about the wicked trick Hermione had played on him, it had been a scheme worthy of a Slytherin mind, he was still angry at the humiliation, but quite proud that she was capable of such duplicity.
Although he was still angry at being blackmailed into slavery by her; he was smart enough to recognise that he was having the best orgasms of his life so far. He was less likely to spend time considering the end of their ‘contract’ as he found he did not like the concept of freedom from her, and that fact both angered and frightened him.
He closed his eyes and sighed, his life was complicated, but he would not change it at the moment, he was merely content to live from one day to the next.
The one thing which did concern him however was the not so small task his Mistress; when had he begun to think of her as such when not in her presence; had challenged him with, were he to pull it off she would be happy with him, but he; he would be furious and he was not a man Draco enjoyed facing when he was angry…
It was as though merely the thought had brought his meanderings into being, the door to his bedroom opened with a crash and heavy footsteps were approaching the bathroom; Draco held his breath as he awaited the coming storm.
Lucius slammed the door to his son’s bathroom open; caring little for the privacy of his son, to his mind as he was still the patriarch of the family and the Manor was still his; no one beneath his roof; himself excepted of course, was due any privacy.
“Where in hades have you been?” he snarled, not caring that Draco was still lying naked in his bathtub.
“I felt unwell Father; I came to the use the bathroom but was too sick to return to dinner”
“Do not lie to me boy… you were not in your room and have not been for the majority of the night.”
“I was here; I must have been in the bathroom when you looked for me”
“Hippogriff shit” Lucius hissed “where did you go boy; and why did you return naked?”
“Been spying on me father?” Draco replied smoothly, adding fuel to his father’s anger.
“Where… were… you?” Lucius reiterated, putting a small pause between each word, ensuring they sank into his son’s consciousness.
“I had a prior appointment…”
“An appointment which you just happened to recall during dinner… from which you were not properly excused…”
Draco stood up in the tub, reaching for a towel, caring not that his father was standing there whilst he stood naked in his tub. “Actually, yes” he smiled.
Lucius stood and scowled, watching as his son; now wrapped in a towel; walked past him into the bedroom. “What did you put into your safe Draco, you are hiding something and I want to know what…”
Wrapping a robe around his shoulders; Draco tried not to let his eyes wander to his safe. “Sorry father, I was not listening just then”
“I said Draco; that you put something into your safe and I demand to know what it is…”
“You DEMAND?” Draco rounded on his father “you are in no place to make demands on me father…”
Lucius drew his wand and levelled it at his son, his face incandescent with rage.
“What are you going to do father?” Draco sneered, looking more like his father at that point than at any other “are you going to curse me; or kill me?” he took a step closer to his father “ohh how the ancestors would love that, you lost mother – first ever divorce in the family eh father – and then the precious Malfoy heir, do you have it in you to take a new pureblood wife and sire a new heir for the line?” he took another step closer, Draco was pretty much eye to eye with his father now “oh I forgot, you fucked the Malfoy reputation and standing didn’t you, you aligned with a madman and lost the family its place in society, no pureblood family would let you near one of their precious daughters, the Malfoy name is now lower than a flobberworm’s dick”
Draco was on a roll now, all the frustration he had ever felt towards his father was spilling out and he seemed to have no control of it, hell he figured if he was about to die, he would go out with style. “You royally fucked our ancestors and all their hard work and you have well and truly fucked up MY FUTURE!”
A look of pain flitted over Lucius’ face briefly, but it was so quickly back to fury that Draco was not sure whether he had imagined it. “Who would have me now father; you got almost got mother and me killed, and you took away my chance of carrying on the pureblood family line; are you proud of that father?” Draco shook his head gently before whispering “was it worth it?” he walked away and dropped into a chair by the fire. “If you are really determined to see what is in the safe you know how to open it; look for yourself” he didn’t even look at his father now as he spoke “but know this; if you break my trust by not trusting me; I will walk out of your life now and forever…”
Lucius looked towards the wall he knew contained his son’s safe, he knew how to open it; for this had been his suite as a boy. He glanced over at his son, when had his boy become a man? Had he been so mixed up inside and lost in his own darkness that he had not felt the hand of the small child he had cherished slip away from his grip? He turned silently away from his son and left the room, his son’s secret intact; for now…
Draco heaved a sigh of relief as his father walked out of his rooms; he waited until he heard a door open and close much farther down the corridor. Slipping to his feet he quickly and quietly dressed before opening his safe and taking out the memory card. With a heavy heart he disapparated with a soft pop.
~*~*~*~*~
Down in his own rooms Lucius sat by the fire staring into the flames, he wondered how he had brought his family to this; they were shunned by most of the pureblood names he had sought to protect; now they avoided him as though the taint of the Malfoy name would infect and infest them.
His son was right; there was little chance now that his son would make a pureblood match; unless he could find an obscure family who required money more than they needed their reputation. But now he doubted his son would even seek his advice or assistance in finding a wife; worse still Lucius knew that were he in Draco’s shoes he would be now tempted to piss off his father and save his own skin and reputation by marrying a half-blood or even a muggleborn; this would help rebuild a good reputation for the boy and would not exactly be social suicide, but the thought still made Lucius feel sick to his stomach; he now had to hope that Draco was more level headed and calmer than he had been when his father had pushed his buttons.
~*~*~*~*~
Looking around the small modern apartment Draco took a deep breath, no one knew he owned this place, not even his parents. He had bought the modern loft in the centre of London about a year earlier. Initially he had merely wanted a place to take his ‘dates’ when he wanted to remain anonymous or when he was dating a muggle. He moved over to where he’d had a safe installed and he put the memory card inside, the safe was a muggle creation and used both a key and combination to open it, he had also added his own charms and wards to both hide the safe and keep it locked.
He poured himself a large scotch and then walked to his desk taking out a piece of parchment he used a silver muggle created pen – which he loved as there was no messing with bottles of ink – and he wrote a quick note:
Mistress
I have given your request some thought and I agree to the terms, the day after tomorrow I will be at dinner at 8pm, if you call for me at around 8.30pm that should be sufficient time for me to prepare everything and then join you.
Yours
D
Draco moved over to the wide windows which filled one entire wall of his apartment, sliding the glass open he was assaulted by the sounds of the city below, stepping out onto his terrace he gave a low whistle and Hermes swooped down onto his perch. Reaching up he ruffled the feathers of his one true friend “you are never far from me are you my boy, you are the one I can always trust” he gave his owl one of his favourite treats. “Hermes my friend, take this” he tied the note to the owl’s outstretched leg “to Miss Hermione Granger, I am not expecting a response, you may then take the night to go see that family you have hidden away, I will not call on you again tonight” he ran his hand over the head of the bird and watched as it spread its wings and took flight, he still stood there; drink in hand as he watched the silhouette of his owl shrink and fade into the night.
For a moment or two he stood and watched the lights of the city below, seeing the red and white lights of the muggles as they hurtled around in their little metal boxes. Occasionally a flashing blue light would punctuate the view accompanied by a wailing siren, someone somewhere was obviously in peril, the muggle world and magical world never seemed so much closer to Draco than at that point, it seemed that in both worlds evil people were causing harm to others, the only difference was that in the magical world, he was considered to be the evil…
Blackmail is not just for Slytherins
Chapter 5
Draco was lying in his bathtub, soaking away the aches of the evening and thinking about the wicked trick Hermione had played on him, it had been a scheme worthy of a Slytherin mind, he was still angry at the humiliation, but quite proud that she was capable of such duplicity.
Although he was still angry at being blackmailed into slavery by her; he was smart enough to recognise that he was having the best orgasms of his life so far. He was less likely to spend time considering the end of their ‘contract’ as he found he did not like the concept of freedom from her, and that fact both angered and frightened him.
He closed his eyes and sighed, his life was complicated, but he would not change it at the moment, he was merely content to live from one day to the next.
The one thing which did concern him however was the not so small task his Mistress; when had he begun to think of her as such when not in her presence; had challenged him with, were he to pull it off she would be happy with him, but he; he would be furious and he was not a man Draco enjoyed facing when he was angry…
It was as though merely the thought had brought his meanderings into being, the door to his bedroom opened with a crash and heavy footsteps were approaching the bathroom; Draco held his breath as he awaited the coming storm.
Lucius slammed the door to his son’s bathroom open; caring little for the privacy of his son, to his mind as he was still the patriarch of the family and the Manor was still his; no one beneath his roof; himself excepted of course, was due any privacy.
“Where in hades have you been?” he snarled, not caring that Draco was still lying naked in his bathtub.
“I felt unwell Father; I came to the use the bathroom but was too sick to return to dinner”
“Do not lie to me boy… you were not in your room and have not been for the majority of the night.”
“I was here; I must have been in the bathroom when you looked for me”
“Hippogriff shit” Lucius hissed “where did you go boy; and why did you return naked?”
“Been spying on me father?” Draco replied smoothly, adding fuel to his father’s anger.
“Where… were… you?” Lucius reiterated, putting a small pause between each word, ensuring they sank into his son’s consciousness.
“I had a prior appointment…”
“An appointment which you just happened to recall during dinner… from which you were not properly excused…”
Draco stood up in the tub, reaching for a towel, caring not that his father was standing there whilst he stood naked in his tub. “Actually, yes” he smiled.
Lucius stood and scowled, watching as his son; now wrapped in a towel; walked past him into the bedroom. “What did you put into your safe Draco, you are hiding something and I want to know what…”
Wrapping a robe around his shoulders; Draco tried not to let his eyes wander to his safe. “Sorry father, I was not listening just then”
“I said Draco; that you put something into your safe and I demand to know what it is…”
“You DEMAND?” Draco rounded on his father “you are in no place to make demands on me father…”
Lucius drew his wand and levelled it at his son, his face incandescent with rage.
“What are you going to do father?” Draco sneered, looking more like his father at that point than at any other “are you going to curse me; or kill me?” he took a step closer to his father “ohh how the ancestors would love that, you lost mother – first ever divorce in the family eh father – and then the precious Malfoy heir, do you have it in you to take a new pureblood wife and sire a new heir for the line?” he took another step closer, Draco was pretty much eye to eye with his father now “oh I forgot, you fucked the Malfoy reputation and standing didn’t you, you aligned with a madman and lost the family its place in society, no pureblood family would let you near one of their precious daughters, the Malfoy name is now lower than a flobberworm’s dick”
Draco was on a roll now, all the frustration he had ever felt towards his father was spilling out and he seemed to have no control of it, hell he figured if he was about to die, he would go out with style. “You royally fucked our ancestors and all their hard work and you have well and truly fucked up MY FUTURE!”
A look of pain flitted over Lucius’ face briefly, but it was so quickly back to fury that Draco was not sure whether he had imagined it. “Who would have me now father; you got almost got mother and me killed, and you took away my chance of carrying on the pureblood family line; are you proud of that father?” Draco shook his head gently before whispering “was it worth it?” he walked away and dropped into a chair by the fire. “If you are really determined to see what is in the safe you know how to open it; look for yourself” he didn’t even look at his father now as he spoke “but know this; if you break my trust by not trusting me; I will walk out of your life now and forever…”
Lucius looked towards the wall he knew contained his son’s safe, he knew how to open it; for this had been his suite as a boy. He glanced over at his son, when had his boy become a man? Had he been so mixed up inside and lost in his own darkness that he had not felt the hand of the small child he had cherished slip away from his grip? He turned silently away from his son and left the room, his son’s secret intact; for now…
Draco heaved a sigh of relief as his father walked out of his rooms; he waited until he heard a door open and close much farther down the corridor. Slipping to his feet he quickly and quietly dressed before opening his safe and taking out the memory card. With a heavy heart he disapparated with a soft pop.
~*~*~*~*~
Down in his own rooms Lucius sat by the fire staring into the flames, he wondered how he had brought his family to this; they were shunned by most of the pureblood names he had sought to protect; now they avoided him as though the taint of the Malfoy name would infect and infest them.
His son was right; there was little chance now that his son would make a pureblood match; unless he could find an obscure family who required money more than they needed their reputation. But now he doubted his son would even seek his advice or assistance in finding a wife; worse still Lucius knew that were he in Draco’s shoes he would be now tempted to piss off his father and save his own skin and reputation by marrying a half-blood or even a muggleborn; this would help rebuild a good reputation for the boy and would not exactly be social suicide, but the thought still made Lucius feel sick to his stomach; he now had to hope that Draco was more level headed and calmer than he had been when his father had pushed his buttons.
~*~*~*~*~
Looking around the small modern apartment Draco took a deep breath, no one knew he owned this place, not even his parents. He had bought the modern loft in the centre of London about a year earlier. Initially he had merely wanted a place to take his ‘dates’ when he wanted to remain anonymous or when he was dating a muggle. He moved over to where he’d had a safe installed and he put the memory card inside, the safe was a muggle creation and used both a key and combination to open it, he had also added his own charms and wards to both hide the safe and keep it locked.
He poured himself a large scotch and then walked to his desk taking out a piece of parchment he used a silver muggle created pen – which he loved as there was no messing with bottles of ink – and he wrote a quick note:
Mistress
I have given your request some thought and I agree to the terms, the day after tomorrow I will be at dinner at 8pm, if you call for me at around 8.30pm that should be sufficient time for me to prepare everything and then join you.
Yours
D
Draco moved over to the wide windows which filled one entire wall of his apartment, sliding the glass open he was assaulted by the sounds of the city below, stepping out onto his terrace he gave a low whistle and Hermes swooped down onto his perch. Reaching up he ruffled the feathers of his one true friend “you are never far from me are you my boy, you are the one I can always trust” he gave his owl one of his favourite treats. “Hermes my friend, take this” he tied the note to the owl’s outstretched leg “to Miss Hermione Granger, I am not expecting a response, you may then take the night to go see that family you have hidden away, I will not call on you again tonight” he ran his hand over the head of the bird and watched as it spread its wings and took flight, he still stood there; drink in hand as he watched the silhouette of his owl shrink and fade into the night.
For a moment or two he stood and watched the lights of the city below, seeing the red and white lights of the muggles as they hurtled around in their little metal boxes. Occasionally a flashing blue light would punctuate the view accompanied by a wailing siren, someone somewhere was obviously in peril, the muggle world and magical world never seemed so much closer to Draco than at that point, it seemed that in both worlds evil people were causing harm to others, the only difference was that in the magical world, he was considered to be the evil…