The Heaviest Burden of All

I dedicate this chapter to LaBibliographe who continued to lovingly urge me on and shoo me to this story – I’m still counting the many bruises of being pushed so lovingly. ;P Just kidding, hon… you’ve been the best supporter/reviewer one can wish for!
This is it, LB… Sheryl’s new adventures on Malfoyland. And please, please, please forgive me as there is no smut in this chapter yet! You will find some very broken lemon in the next instead… ;)
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Chapter 7

Teaching


“Prophecies can be changed?”, Sheryl asked in disbelief, forcing an amused smile from him.
“Not changed, but turned. It’s not as easy as you may imagine it, though. There’s only one prophecy I know of that has ever been turned.”
For a moment, she considered his words.
“Harry’s mother. She wasn’t supposed to protect him with her love.”
“Yes.”
“But supposedly it’s true and I really changed the prophecy, isn’t that a bit too simple?”
“You forget that you didn’t do it out of purpose, Sheryl.”
“Oh yes, I forgot that the whole Bulgarian exchange student didn’t quite happen on purpose”, she grimaced.
His laughter filled the room as he saw her disgusted look.
“You promised not to tell me any details about it.”
“It’s not like there’s much to tell anyway. Men have a strange imagination of equality in bed.”
Malfoy watched her with a smile and growing interest.
“There’s nothing wrong about domination when it serves the need of both partners.”
“I didn’t say he was dominating…”
“No, but you meant it.”
Oh, how she hated it when he was right without showing the slightest effort.
“Men from Bulgaria aren’t known to be very… well, sensitive in bed. You may not want to hear that, but you should have better decided on someone more capable of satisfying a woman’s need for your first experiences.”
“It’s not really useful to hear that now”, she remarked, but didn’t fail to notice the look he gave her. Neither of them spoke for a long moment until he finally leaned forward and brushed his hand so softly against her cheek that she barely felt his touch. Her fingers still rested above the dark mark on his forehand.
“Sheryl?”
When she looked up into his eyes, she found them burning down on her.
“Do you want to know what it feels like to experience real pleasure?”
The sudden realization that she hadn’t been wearing anything but her old – though fortunately rather long – t-shirt throughout their conversation caused a short embarrassment on her behalf as she noticed his gaze. He didn’t even need hands to make her feel naked in front of him. But then again, what was wrong about enjoying a wizard’s offer that promised what many other women probably only dreamed of?
“What if Voldemort finds out?”
Did her only worry really concern Lucius, she wondered as the question escaped her.
“I was supposed to keep my hands off of you until the night of the ritual. Now, however, I don’t see any reason to further obey this order. He won’t find out, though, don’t worry. In fact, neither the Dark Lord nor anyone else is able to find out anything that takes place inside the Manor. I would be a fool if I didn’t protect myself.”
His hand slid further down to her neck, across her collarbone, until it stopped at her shirt.
“There’s so much I could teach you”, his voice was a mere whisper, their faces close to each other.
“Teach me”, she mumbled against his lips, pressing down gently on the dark mark. He softly smiled as the snake recoiled from her fingers once more, thinking that by the end of tonight the animal would probably escape onto the room’s wall since he intended Sheryl to tighten her grip even more than that once he had properly started.
Their lips met in such an innocent kiss that she regretted all former prejudices about Malfoy. Maybe she really shouldn’t have listened to those rumors at Hogwarts. Maybe he was just as lovely and gentle as everyone else on the good side. Maybe he… Her mind blurred when Lucius suddenly grabbed the back of her head by delving his fingers into her hair, deepening their kiss with a dominating force until they both resembled two hungry lovers who had been separated for a lifetime. Sheryl found herself holding onto his body for dear life, but somehow she kept in mind not to remove her hand from his mark. He seemed to be a completely different person once the constant reminder of Voldemort went into oblivion. Meanwhile, his hand slid further downwards until it found the place between her legs for the second time tonight where it fit perfectly, causing her to break the kiss in fear she would bite down on his lip.
“I see the Bulgarian failed to do that”, Lucius murmured into her ear, not quite able to suppress a proud grin. She felt good to him as she clenched her inner muscles around his penetrating finger, pulling him further in while he carefully added another finger. He was aware that she would avoid him for the rest of her life if he rushed things or asked too much of her. But then again, he couldn’t remember when the last time had been that he had dedicated all his skills to a woman in his bed, so he definitely enjoyed having the chance to teach her in a subject that he understood perfectly well. Besides, there were few men who could say of themselves to have had the Dark Lord’s daughter. It wasn’t clear if he would survive his next meeting with Voldemort anyway, so why not enjoy the time that was left? There would be plenty of time to worry about his life and the consequences of a ruined prophecy later.
In a very dominating move, he gripped the hem of Sheryl’s shirt, considering pulling it over her head, but then realizing that it was old and worn, so he didn’t need to bother with it any longer. The sound of ripping fabric came to his ears like an affirmation of his sexual abilities, and Lucius was quick to plunge her lips with his own again to make her forget her sudden exposure. It didn’t take long until he felt her free hand gliding over his chest, but he was wise enough to not interrupt her, even if a certain part of his body throbbed in pain to be touched. Either Sheryl didn’t notice it or she avoided touching his fierce arousal on purpose. Whatever it was, his impatience grew since he wasn’t used having to wait for anything, so he simply took her own hand and slowly guided it downwards to the more than obvious erection he suffered from. She didn’t pull back, yet her expression showed the uneasiness at the task he expected from her. Lucius let his hand rest on hers as he moved it across his imposing length, almost undemanding and casual, never breaking the eye contact to see how she responded. And she did respond a lot more when she felt that he rewarded her bolder moves by flexing his fingers inside her, thus brushing against a spot that caused little explosion somewhere in her lower body. There were hardly more instructions necessary, but he didn’t let go of her hand yet. Instead he simply moved it every now and then to adjust her work to his need. Even if he knew very well that he wouldn’t ask her to repeat the favor with her mouth, he could tell that she worried about exactly that.
“I’m not forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do”, his voice vibrated through her body as he whispered into her ear. And Malfoys didn’t lie, they both knew. To further prove his words, he released her hand, expecting her to immediately withdraw it. Sheryl, however, simply continued to watch his calm expression.
“Tell me how to do it”, she quietly said, working little wonders to his arousal even in the already excited state it was in. After all, he had offered to teach her, and she found she wanted to learn as much as possible from him since he seemed to be a more than adept teacher. For a moment, he lacked any words. Then, however, his expression grew firm and strict.
“No.”
“But you said you could…”, her protesting voice replied.
“That I could teach you? Yes, I did. And no, that does not include everything, Sheryl. You are the Dark Lord’s daughter and I definitely won’t let you please me like that.”
The determination of his voice announced that the topic was not to be discussed any further. He had to be careful as long as he didn’t know how Voldemort would react to the latest turn of events. And then suddenly, he realized that he walked on dangerously thin ice, contemplating the option to sleep with her. It was bad enough how she had ruined half of the prophecy so far, yes, but maybe he was on the best way to destroy the rest by his intentions, too. His arousal immediately died as that thought crossed his mind. Having the Dark Lord’s daughter would be nice, no question about it, yet he didn’t consider it worth his life. Despite some of his past risky deeds, Lucius appreciated his life very much and wanted it to last as long as possible.
“I really don’t think we should progress any further”, he therefore told her, his expression suddenly cold and stern.
“But…”
“No”, the definite reply cut her short, probably louder than intended, “Go to sleep, Sheryl.”
“But I…”
“I said go to sleep”, the volume of his voice raised in audible anger as he saw her refusal. When she shook her head once more, he simply gave her a short cruel smile before reaching for his wand. Sheryl didn’t even find time to notice that he cast a sleeping spell on her, but he couldn’t care less. What truly worried him, however, was the task ahead him including her father.

“My Lord, I have to inform you about some unexpected occurrence”, Lucius started, kneeling in front of Voldemort the following hour.
“And that would be, my slippery friend?”
“Your daughter. She…”
“Yes?”, Voldemort leaned forward, now a serious expression on his snake-like face.
“My Lord, she’s no virgin anymore.”
The silent moment that followed his words seemed to last forever until he heard Voldemort sit back again.
“Women”, the disgusted hiss came from his direction, causing Lucius to look up in disguised surprise, “No inch better than her filthy mother.”
“My Lord?”, he quietly asked.
“I expect you are afraid of the consequences, Lucius?”
Fear was a weakness in all Death Eaters’ eyes, yet the blond wizard didn’t dare to lie at that moment.
“Yes, my Lord”, he therefore answered, hiding the embarrassment beneath a calm expression.
“Being my most loyal servant you should know better”, came the surprisingly soft reply, “Get up, Lucius…”
He did as he was told, although he could hardly suppress the nervousness when his gaze met with Voldemort’s red eyes.
“I assume you know me quite well, my friend.”
“Why, yes, my Lord.”
“Then tell me, Lucius, did you honestly expect me to merely rely on a young girl’s innocence?”
“No, my Lord.”
“Ah, but I see you worried about it. How thoughtful of you… to be loyal enough to care for you Lord’s welfare…”
Lucius couldn’t tell whether there was any sarcasm in Voldemort’s voice, thus tensing up to expect a sudden Cruciatus, but all that happened was a weird snicker. It suited the Dark Lord as a drying spell would have suited a fish, and under different circumstances Lucius might have laughed about it.
“You see, I intended for her to remain alive once she’s fulfilled her purpose. Broken, yes… but alive. Since she decided to follow her mother’s footsteps, however, I may move to the alternative plan.”
Something like an evil little stone inside of Lucius dissolved at those words. So there was a plan B, he thought in relief.
“Might I inquire to know what that will be, my Lord?”
“Oh yes, you might”, Voldemort smiled at him, almost pleasantly before suddenly pulling a chilling face that held a promise of pain, “If they hold no use for you in life, give them a purpose in death.”
He noticed the raised eyebrow although Lucius wished he could have suppressed that typical reaction of his body.
“Sheryl’s blood is all we truly need. I merely considered it a nice gesture to let her stay alive while giving it to us.”
“And the prophecy, my Lord?”
“The first blood of possession, Lucius, includes death.”
“So she will just have to die for the ritual”, the blond wizard concluded in the sudden realization that death possessed everyone once it approached them. Well, almost everyone as the Dark Lord would be able to put a stop to it for himself and his selected ones after the finished ritual.
“Yes. By killing Sheryl, we will get the needed blood. I heard that Severus invented quite a useful curse to reinforce the flow of blood… on the outside. I may have to ask him to show me again how it works. In the meantime, I expect you to treat her with good care, Lucius.”
“I will, my Lord”, he replied, maybe a bit too fast for he was busy with silently thanking every possible divinity that he hadn’t slept with her although having been sorely tempted to do so.
“Thank you, Lucius”, the Dark Lord said with a slight trace of satisfaction in his voice, waving his hand in dismissal. Lucius got to his feet, turned around with a very smug smile on his face and suppressed a wince when the snake-like hiss reached him just as he was about to open the door.
“Remember, Lucius, she only needs to stay alive. It will suffice to have her breathing. Everything else would be a waste… I don’t find any purpose for the rest of her.”
The blond wizard turned around with an expression that came close to surprised shock.
“My Lord, I…”
“Your reputation and skills are quite impressive, so I have heard, Lucius. I think this may be a chance to further… delve into them. It would be a shame to waste that opportunity, don’t you think, my slippery friend?”
“Yes, my Lord. Thank you.”
Lucius couldn’t remember if Voldemort had ever cared to do so much as a pun, but at the present he was quite sure that the word delve had not been chosen by accident. What counted more, however, was the complimentary ticket to face a great time of pleasure which he had just officially received. Too high on testosterone to actually care for any further possible interferences, Lucius turned around once more to make a fast exit, but he hadn’t figured on Voldemort’s sharp voice calling him back again.
“Lucius!”
“Yes, my Lord?”, he suppressed a growl.
“Be so… kind to share with Severus, won’t you?”
It should have been obvious there was some fly in the ointment, Lucius clenched his teeth in frustration. Then again, he wasn’t unfamiliar with Severus and his sexual habits, although never having experienced any of them with his own body.
“Of course, my Lord”, he said in a silky voice and with a smile that sprung from the vivid imagination of locking Snape in a broom closet to leave the fun all to himself.
“And Lucius?”
“Yes, my Lord?”
“Slippery indeed, aren’t we, Lucius?”
And somehow it sounded almost as if those words contained an amused smile.