Serpents and Dragons

Title: "Serpents and Dragons "
Genre: drabble, pwp
Pairing: DM/Voldemort
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BSD,Rape, objects inserted.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. It's all the property of J.K Rowling, and this story is being written for entertainment purposes only. Not a dime is being made.



Walking up the path with my god father's stiff but graceful strides, as he silently brooded making me feel as if I had done something wrong. Which of course I knew I had not, this was just the way the man was when ever he was thinking. I had learned a long time ago to never bother him or break his concentration when he was in such a mood. Our winter cloaks billowed behind us as the chilly unseasonably summer wind blow, frost slipping his chilled fingers into the most unlikely places trying with all his might to make us shiver. We knew the cause of the chill in the air, many knew, but we all kept our thoughts to ourselves, leaving the Daily Profit to disclose such things.

As we walked up the incline of the lush, green grass of the nearly bare country side, I tried to wonder what this year would bring me. This was of course was hampered by the silent man walking along side me as he broke into a long tirade of what must happen when I was in the presence of the one we were hurrying towards. I tried to keep my gray eyes from rolling in their sockets, and for the second time silently thanked the man for his lessons in Occlumency. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to read my thoughts , allowed me to call him a few choice words until he finally silenced himself, but only after I insured him that I knew what to do for the millionth time in the last week.

With the silence ensuing , I thought of how much I had grown over the years, I now see myself as the man of the house. But was I really? When it all boiled down to the unrighteous fear coursing through my veins each time I thought of what would happen when I finally met the person I was to meet now. I shivered ignoring the sudden flicker of the others dark eyes as they tracked on me. Playing the sudden lose of composure on the cold day, I continued walking as if nothing were the matter, as if I hadn't suddenly broken out in a cold sweat. It took several minutes for my heart to slowly calm itself or for the sweat bead dripping down the center of my back to finally dry.

The top of the manor that we were walking towards finally came into view; I of course had been expecting something much richer when the rest of the blue building that was revealed. A small look of distaste flickered across my face before I could stop it; I looked away hoping that the man next to me hadn't picked up what I had nearly revealed. Another soft almost invisible shudder ran through my smallish, lean frame, even though I was nearly as tall as the man standing next to me I hadn't reached my adult length or width. If I lived throughout the year, I thought dejectively then maybe I would reach what was intended for me. A soft snort slipped out of my mouth causing the dark man to turn his beady black eyes towards me once more.

I knew that he wanted to repeat his earlier warnings and such, but I was having none of that, picking up my pace I reached the shimmering outer barrier before he did. He wouldn't dare try to give me hints so close to his master, in fear that he would in fact be punished if I so much as acted the way he did. His master didn't want exact copies, because if he had then he could just make Inferi which he didn't feel inclined to at the moment. I turned my hard gray eyes towards the man standing beside me, his lips turned down in his constant sneer as he looked me over as if I were something foul. His observation only lasted a second before he reached out to push the door open.

I'm sure normally he would have had a mask on to cover his face, but since it would only be the three of us tonight, why bother. He allowed me to enter first, before stepping in behind me, the door slowly swinging shut, with the lock clicking into place. A small shimmer seemed to waft around the room causing me to openly shiver, no matter that the room was warmed by some unknown heat source. The sound of soft foot falls caused me to turn my head to the right, my eyes still not used to the dim lighting, I couldn't make out who the person was until he or rather she stood right before us. "Auntie Bella." I whispered in more fear then awe. I hadn't expected her to be here, and by the look on Snape's face neither had he.

Without bothering on formalities Bellatrix ignored Severus inquiry as she placed her long bony fingers on my shoulder. Appling the slightest amount of pressure she said in a voice that left little doubt that I was to follow her." You are to be prepped before meeting your future master." With a look of pure loathing on her face in which my god father matched she said to him." He wants to see you first." Leading me away with my heart nearly in my throat I followed, before we were even completely away from my only safety net she released my shoulder, I nearly sighed with relief but quickly caught myself.

I wasn't sure why her touching me caused me to cringe inwardly, as if I were being touched by the leg of some nasty arachnid. She led me into a bare room, closing the door behind herself, crossing her arms over her small chest she said in a deadly stern tone." Remove all of your clothing." I blinked several times, wondering if she was making some sort of fool out of me, or at least trying to. Not seeing any humor in her face my heart picked up its loud thumping in my ears. Before I could reach up to unclasp my cloak her wand was out, and I was on the floor back arched howling for all my worth.


My father of course had used Crucio on me several times before, but only to teach me how it worked, never to punish me. Maybe that is why it hurt so much more to have my mothers sister using it on me right now, because I knew that she really didn't love me, she seemed angry that I was being invited into the group even after my fathers fall. When the pain finally stopped , I laid as is panting as if I had been running laps , my muscles jumping, twisting and begging me never to endure this sort of treatment again. With shaky noodle like arms I pushed myself up glaring whole heartedly at my Aunt," If you had been paying attention I was moving to undress you hallowed out twat sucker."

I was going to tirade some more but she had other plans as she uttered the unforgivable again, falling over as my body did it's twisting , turning and arching pain dance, my voice felt raw before she finally lowered her wand with a Infantine incantum . It took longer for me to move this time, she of course had little patience for such dalliances." I said undress; don't make me tell you again." As if she could punish me worst then she already had been. With shaky fingers I reached up unclipping my winter cloak, my outer robe soon followed. I didn't bother sitting up until my tie was loosened enough to pull over my head, the whole time I kept my eyes on the dirty floor between my legs.

It was hard to hear with the blood rushing through my ears, so I of course missed her compliant of how long it was taking me to do such a simple task. I couldn't miss the third curse that she aimed at me, as I toppled over my vest half way over my head, with my arms straight up. I was sure that the angle had caused me to break my fingers, as they twitched at the end of the wool shirt. Was it me or my imagination, but I believe each time she cursed me she would moan in the process, not to mention each time seemed longer then the last. Once this last dose of pain had ended I was sure that I had lost the ability to speak, haven screamed myself horse, once again I pulled myself up fumbling over buttons as I undid my white shirt.

Pulling my t-shirt over my head, I marveled at how not a tear had fallen from my eyes, not even in pain would I let this foul beast see me weep. As I was undoing the knots in my laces, I believed she realized this, which caused her to turn her wand on me once more. I thought my voice had been gone, that is until I felt something snap in my shoulder, my fingers quickly going slack as the joint popped from the socket. Seeing the error she made she released me from the curse, only to step over grab my arm around the wrist, firmly plant her foot on my chest and pull my shoulder loudly snapped into place as my body shuddered with me panting all the while.

Finally my eyes betrayed me as silent pain tears leaked from the corners, my vision wavering as my silver eyes glazed over at the momentary shock of having pain then feeling nothing. I knew she had uttered a healing charm to hide what she had done to me, equally stopping the shock that threatened to slip me into a deep sleep that I may or may not have woken from. Grabbing my hair she pulled me to my feet not minding in the least when my badly used throat croaked in surprise at such rough treatment of my delicate scalp." Finish undressing or I'll start over." I was trembling badly by now silent tear steadily streaming down my pallid face." I'll tell."

The pointing of her wand and the mad cackling that insured let me on the little secret that this was all planed and the man in which everyone feared, had planned this from the get go. The pain that ran through me stopped as soon as it had started causing me to only stumble slightly, she frowned glaring down at her wand as if it had offended her. A hissing voice spoke, booming around the room," I do not want him senseless with pain, just prepare him, Severus will be there shortly to collect him." The sudden silence left me pressing my sweat soaked back against the freezing wall of the room. My red eyes round with fear, while she was momentarily distracted I had pushed the rest of my clothes down my narrow hips.

Stepping out of my pants, I silently cursed myself as silent tears of shame slipped down my pink cheeks, how dare I give this sick freak, no sick animal what she craved by howling as if I were some small prey. Reaching up I scrubbed my face making it look as if I were flushed, I couldn't care less what the so called master would think, upon seeing me so UN kept. I knew my hair was becoming sweat matted from the way several strands refused to move aside when I barely brushed them. I couldn't stop the constant trembling running through me, or the way I panted for air that seemed in short supply.


With a nasty look on her face, Bellatrix stepped forward looking me over, reaching up with the tip of her wand she poked at one of my nipples. Gasping I stumbled back grabbing the offended flesh, my hand rubbing gently, knowing better then to say anything after my first smart answer and sudden punishment, I kept my lips sealed. With a knock the door behind Bellatrix slammed open revealing an angry looking Snape, no not angry he looked furious. Stepping into the room he roughly pushed past Bella grabbed my arm and practically dragged me from the room." You dimwitted, infant." He snarled once we reached the hall way. He ignored my chattering teeth and the small limp that I had developed from my encounter with Bellatrix. We hurried along turning down several filthy hallways before coming to a stop in front of a spotless white door.

If I thought that my heart was hammering in my chest before then I was sadly mistaken because the tempo increased ten fold. He didn't wait for me to enter first; instead he stepped in and crossed the room in several long strides. Stopping before a rather large king sized bed, he spun around to glare at me since I had made not one notion to fallow him to my doom or what ever was in store for me. By the look of the chains hanging from each post, my mind knew exactly what was going to happen, sneaking into the restricted section and many gifts from my torturer of an auntie I knew at least what could happen. My fathers' constant words of keeping my self pure came to mind loud and clearly as my potions Professor snapped at me to move my skinny pathetic ass over to the bed right this instant.

The walk to the bed wasn't as long as it had looked from the door, because I can tell you one thing, I sure as hell wasn't rushing over to jump on the bed like some addled minded puppy. Once I reached the bed a chilled hand on the small of my back caused me to jump losing my balance slightly so that I had to grab the side of the bed to keep from tumbling face first. "No need to straighten up, you are to center yourself on the bed." I opened my mouth to say something but the cold gleam that I seen in on mans' eyes right then left me wanting for someone in my life that could.. That could "˜What?' my mind asked. Sighing as my eyes threatened to water once again I slipped onto the bed turning around to look up at the man who had led me here. My face no longer willing to silently plead for mercy from him, instead my gray eyes only asked what next.

He answered the question with a small flicker of his wand, my wrists and ankles now clasped firmly in what I had thought to be metal chains but turned out to be leather. No mater it was still cold enough to cause me to try to tug myself free of the confines, his hard cold voice stilled me though." If you fight him, he will make you suffer more then you could ever dream, he will make you wish that you were with a score of Bellatrix"˜s." With a taunt nod at me the darkly dressed man spun on his heel rapidly eating the distance to the door, to leave me bond naked and spread upon a thickly made bed. He didn't spare me a look as he slipped out of the room closing the door behind him with a quiet snick, I really didn't expect him to, and for once I knew what the saying that once alone, always alone meant.

Closing my eyes I leaned back against the head board, the room seemed sound desolate after the departure of Severus. Not like I would want that sneering jackal leering over me whilst I get tortured by his master, I wondered how long it would take for him to show up, if he were at the minute bringing others like me to his side by sheer power. The sudden rattling of the door knob alerted me that my molester had finally decided to rear his snake like green head. My vision wavered until I had remembered to breath and took in a shuddering breath quickly to help replenish my needy lungs. I watched the gray toned man slowly slink into the room, his face completely unreadable as he cast a few locking charm on the door insuring that we would not be disturbed. I had to keep myself from openly shuddering as he started towards the bed, surprising myself when I noted that my breathing had remained steady.

The man said nothing as he disrobed nothing underneath the thick white robe, my eyes jerked away from the view. Knowing that one good look would leave me howling like a banshee hopping against hope that someone would come along and rescue me. For the hundredth time I cursed Potter for not ending the man that stood over me, roughly stroking my fair cheek. He said nothing as he climbed onto the bed settling his fevered flesh atop my own now chilled skin. He didn't bother preparing me nor did he utter a sound as he lined himself up and pushed forcefully in. My head jerked back as varying colors of spots danced before my tightly closed lids, it took me a while to notice that someone was screaming, and a few seconds more to notice that that someone was in fact me.

He had entered me with out preparations, without any lube of any sort that is unless you called what was currently burning me from the inside lube. My voice slowly died away as his thrusts became frantic as if he were just pounding into his very own fist instead of someone three times his junior. The wet trail slowly seeping down my face alerted me to the fact that I was indeed crying, the soft sounds coming from my throat mingling with his deep guttural grunts and hisses as he drew closer to reaching what he needed. I ideally thought that it wouldn't have matter if I were a virgin or not which in fact I was, with the way he was using me I wouldn't be surprised if I bled out before the night was through. I was startled out of my thoughts as a chilled warmth slithered around the base of my shaft painfully squeezing what shouldn't have been hard in the first place.

I knew that the object wasn't his hands since they were both planted firmly on either side of my head, I feared to glance down , to discover was wrapped around me. But of course curiosity won out, lifting my head slightly I watched in horror as a metal bracelet in the form of a snake twined itself around me, it's slim head edging closer to my piss slit. Making a gurgling sound since my voice was well gone from my previous screaming lessons, I watched as the notched head thrust itself into my body. I had thought that having my rectum torn up was bad, but that was before the sheering pain that this caused me to start thrashing about. Being that I was firmly bond and pinned I went no where, nor did I notice the tingling on my arm or the sharp burning afterwards. Being so far gone as I was my head dropped back to the pillow as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

I didn't come to until the man over me was tying the sash around his robe , I couldn't help it for my eyes jerked down to my glisten and softened member. The whitish clear fluid caused the gorge in my stomach to slip further up my throat but not bad enough to lose my lunch just yet. Not only had I embarrassed myself and came to such sickening treatment, I had fainted as well. The soft chuckle over me caused my eyes to dart up to it's source." Fear not Little Dragon, my pet as rejoined me." With that he raised his sleeve allowing me to see the silver chain wrapped around his gray wrist, this time I couldn't stop the shudder that ran through my body at the site before me. Another soft chuckle from above, from the corner of my eye I could see him moving towards the door that he had earlier entered." Remember this my new Dragon, a Serpent is not so far removed from a Dragon."

With that the slim man left the room, leaving me to try as best as I could to forget my initiation into his perverted fold. For the first time in his life he was angry at his father for not telling him what he had in store, more so at Potter for not doing his duty and preventing such perversions from ever crossing his path. A dry choked sob slipped out as the door was opened once again, not bothering with looking up, after all he knew that it was his god father come to collect him. Nothing was said as he was unbound and given a potion to down, which he did in one swallow, he didn't notice the look of horror cross his god fathers face as he spotted the blood and semen pooling between his legs and coming to rest on the white bedding. Instead he was already rubbing feeling back into his limbs so that he could get dressed and vacate the place that stole his innocence quickly.

Once dressed, he and his godfather left the crumbling structure , mind you Draco was barely moving because of the amount of pain that he was in. The boy, rather the young man did not complain nor push his godfather away as the elder man laid one firm hand upon his shoulder in a silent plea for forgiveness. After all they both thought silently,' Everyone has a master at some point in time.'