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Title: /Bluer than Indigo/
Chapter:
I know what evil I intend to do
But stronger that all my after thoughts is my fury
Fury that brings upon morals the greatest evils

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The next morning is filled with mixed feelings. I am as equally pleased with myself as I am disgusted in myself. Marietta was a nice, sweet girl who didn't deserve what happened to her. I am not the kind of person to do that. I am not the kind of person who enjoys that kind of thing. Or am I?

Before yesterday I was a genuinely nice person. I enjoyed quidditch and butter beers with friends. I was up for the occasional trip to Hogsmeade every once and awhile. Mostly I enjoyed spending my time alone reading a book on a number of various subjects. Sometimes I enjoy the occasional Playwizard magazine. For the articles, of course, you see. I am for the most part, your average teenage wizard. I am not, however, the kind of person who likes to see others suffer. Hermione could also have been just a little bit right hen she said I had a hero thing. Perhaps I do. But regardless of Evil or not, rape is something I couldn't stand. And what I did was, unquestionably, rape.

And yet, deep down inside I enjoyed it. It was on some darker, more primitive level completely intoxicating. The sense of power... of control of another being. I can understand now, even if I am disgusted by it, why Voldemort has all of these servants around him. And why wizards keep house elves. I am sickened with myself for both committing and enjoying these acts. And no matter how hard I try, I don't know if I can stop myself the next time the craving strikes. I have never been one who could control my emotions very well.

I sighed as I slid out of my bed and trudge slowly down to showers. The hot water seems to wash away the feelings of loathing I have as I stare at the wall before me. All of my aches and pains, mental or physical; ebb away with the soothing pit and patter of the water. I stand here for nearly thirty minutes just enjoying the feel before I wash and leave. Being a Saturday, there are no classes so I don't need to wear the standard uniform. I throw a silk black button up shirt and thin, comfortable slacks. I've gotten so used to tie that I grab a full red tie as well. My robes are thin and breeze. Generally the outfit would be quite hot but several charms prevent such things.

Katie Bell stops me on my way down to inquire about setting up quidditch tryouts sometime in the next two weeks. I absentmindedly begin to check out Katie as we talk idly. She is a pretty girl. She has that more than average, girl next door look to her. She is the kind of girl you fantasize about on hot summers when you are... well ... my age. Her skin is tanned lightly brown from all the time in the sun and I suddenly long to touch it just to feel it. It must be soft, I think. Girls are like that, aren't they? I wonder, now, what her firm, athletic breasts would taste like and feel in my mouth. They are small and firm. Her legs stick out beneath her skirt. They are long and slender. I blink away the sudden urge to run my hand up them.

"Why don't we do it Saturday?" I suggest forcing myself away from those thoughts. I don't want to do that to her. I respect her a good deal.

"Alright," Katie chirped. "Where are you off to?"

"Mmm," I hummed. "Breakfast I suppose. Care to join me?"

"Id like to," Bell starts with a blush. "But I've got a lot of studying to do. NEWTS are this year after all."

I nod at her sympathetically. "OWLS were tough enough. I probably will loathe NEWTS."

Katie shifts a bit while looking down. "Nah, you'll do great, I think. You are very smart after all. Best in your year, if you ask me."

I smile at her and her eyes shine a it. "I doubt that. Hermione is a lot smarter than I am."

"Maybe," Katie confesses. "But there is more to the world than books. I don't doubt you scored higher on the OWLS because of your intelligence and talent for practical use. And the DA proved that I think."

I push her lightly and playfully, which causes a smile to tug at her lips. "You flatter me too much, Bell. What are you after?"

Katie looks at me with a faux look of hurt. "Now why must I want something from you just because I want to flatter my friend and captain a bit?" I just looked at her. She just poked her tongue out at me.

"So how are your studies going?" I ask, pressing on into mindless chatter.

"Horrid." She sighs depressed. "I've never had to study so much in my life. I'm afraid its going to cut into quidditch time."

"Don't worry about it, Kate." I try to tell her in a soothing voice. "I'm not Oliver the Tyrannical Quidditch Junkie, after all. I know how important your studying is. If you need the time, just say so."

She smiled up at me gratefully. "You are such a sweet boy, Harry."

"I think you are forgetting brave, heroic, handsome, funny, and just plain sexy."

"And ever so modest," She drawled sarcastically.

"Aren't I?" I asked, ignoring her sarcasm. "Surprises me that some cute little thing hasn't fallen at my feet begging to date me yet."

Katie snickered with me. It was times like these that I appreciated Katie knew me so well. She understood I hated the fame thrust at me and wouldn't use it to my advantage. She knew I wouldn't date someone whose interest was purely in the Boy-Who-Lived.

"So the Cho incident has left you single then?" she asked curiously.

I nodded. "Indeed, and please, let's never mention that disaster again."

Katie nodded, "Yeah, but truthfully it isn't all her fault. She and Cedric had been dating for quite some time. She was obviously in love with him. A few months probably weren't enough for her to get over him."

I nodded understandingly. "I understand that now. My godfather died just before this summer." It was still depressing to think about, but it also left a feeling of bitterness and anger behind.

"So you are single." Katie said, trying to move away from the subject. I smiled a silent thank you at her. "Why not date Weasley? Everyone knows she is hard up to get you."

I shake my head at her. "Nah, she is hard up for the Boy-Who-lived." I look at her for a moment. "This is between us, right?" She nods. "Ginny isn't all that attractive anyway, in my opinion."

I watched her nod slowly. "She isn't." She agreed. "Makes you wonder how she became Hogwarts next Cho Chang."

"Doesn't it," I smile at her. "Redheads aren't really my thing anyway. I think the only attractive one I've ever seen was my mother."

"Getting randy over dear mummy, Potter?" Katie mocked. "I didn't pin you as that kind of person."

"Sick, Bell; real, real sick." I glare half heartedly. "You know very well I don't mean sexually."

"Ah, but what if she wasn't your mother?" Would I? Probably not, but maybe. Lily Evans was a very attractive woman.

"So, are YOU single? " I ask avoiding the subject.

"Yep," She said in a melancholy tone.

"Surprising," I tell her. "I figure someone like you would have a line of them."

She looked up at me and studied me quietly. "Why do you think that?"

I blushed at the question. "Well, you are attractive, no doubt about that. You... well... you are just a great person."

She continued studying me for a moment more. "Can I ask you something?" She asked.

"Aha!" I groaned in mock triumph. "I knew you wanted something."

"Oh, hush you!" She said slapping me playfully on the arm. She let out a melodic laugh. I never notice how nice her voice was when she laughed. Or the way her nose scrunched up in that cute manner when she smiled.

I smiled at her. "Sure, what did you need? Anything for my star Chaser."

"Well, I was wondering... if... You know..." She stuttered hopelessly.

"I'm afraid I don't know."

Katie looked at me. "Can I ask you a personal question?" I nod at her, a bit confused. Rather than asking anything, she simply leaned in and kissed me. After a second of shock, I responded. Anyone would if Katie Bell were kissing them. My arm wrapped itself around Katie of its own accord, resting itself on the small of her back. She tasted like cinnamon apple and spices. Her soft tongue prodded at my lips, begging entrance. I obliged her willingly, suckling the soft, wet appendage.

Katie pressed herself into me, trying to dive deeper into the kiss. I, feeling the same need to absorb her, wrapped my free arm around her and clung to her. My hands grasped her small buttocks and I could feel her smile into my lips. She nipped my tongue in retaliation. I chose to break the kiss, having a strong need to breath.

"That was a question?" I panted.

"No," She whispered into my shoulder. "But it was an answer. Going to Hogsmeade with anyone tomorrow?"

"No."

"Want to?" She said looking up at me hopefully.

I nodded at her after a few moments of thought. "You're on, Bell."

She breathed a sigh of relief, before kissing me on the side of my mouth. "Good, I've got to study though." She said pulling away from me. "Though, I could use some company."

I smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I've not eaten since the day before yesterday."

"S'alright." She murmured, "Maybe next time then."

"Maybe," I agreed. She smiled as I headed off out of the common room. That was quite a shock. In all of the time I've known Katie; it had never crossed my mind that she was actually a dating option. She was always just Katie, the chaser. Katie, my team mate. She ... simply never seemed a viable romantic option.

The hallways were crowded as I walked towards the Great Hall. Romilda Vane was out and about. Having seen me, she fluttered and generally tried capturing my attention. Slag, that girl was. She dated and dated and bragged about it any time I was in earshot. I noticed the little Chinese girl, Su Li was her name I think, sitting alone in some alcove studying by herself. A few younger year Hufflepuffs doing one thing or another ran and laughed down the halls. A few Slyther....

"Oh, Bloody Hell!" I exclaimed as I ran into someone. Turning to the direction I was walking I noticed several Slytherin girls. Of them I noticed Tracey Davis, Daphne Greengrass, the one I ran into, and the last I couldn't identify. "Sorry," I apologized sincerely, offering my hand to help Daphne up.

"Well, if it isn't out brooding little hero!" Daphne drawled as she slapped my hand away. "Off to find some poor ickle Hufflepuff to impress with your dark, mysterious, sad little life, Potty?"

Gritting my teeth, I attempt to ignore her comments. "Morning to you as well, Greengrass. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to breakfast."

"Awww," Daphne cooed to the unknown girl next to her. "I think we have angered the mighty Harry Potter by not falling at his feet, weeping over his ever so horrid life." The girl giggled at Daphne.

"Forgive us oh great one!" Tracey added. "We repent! We repent!"

"Har har," I drawl moving beyond them. "It is to laugh." I continued walking down the hall failing to ignore them.

"What crisis are you going to defeat this time, Potter? Your whore of a mother not leave you proper notes on how to use a tampon? Did your boyfriend leave you? Or maybe you one of the Puffs wasn't impressed by your tiny little dick!"

An uncontrollable rage and hatred started to bubble beneath everything. It was a storm that started small, emerging from the shadows of my mind. As it left the shadows it gathered fuel, slowly becoming stronger and stronger, bringing darker thoughts with it. The feelings that led me to consume Marietta return with this dark storm. It frightens and excites me on some deeper level. I simply hurry along, knowing that it wouldn't do to let those feelings show in public.

"Morning," Ron greeted as I threw myself down, filling a plate with food. I grunted at him, which he didn't seem to notice.

"Morning, Harry." Hermione greets. She receives the same grunt, but doesn't seem to take the message. "Can you believe Snape of all people is the Defence professor this year?"

"Yeah, and he'll be gone next year if we are lucky." Ron says when I don't answer.

Hermione tries vainly for several long moments to engage me in conversation, which I pointedly ignore. "Is there something wrong, Harry?"

I glare. "No."

"Harry," Hermione tries again.

"I said no," I glare harder. "Mind your business, Granger."

She sniffs importantly in a very McGonagall like way, "Fine." Granger nearly snarled as she left. Ron looks after her before glaring at me.

"Was that necessary?"

"Yes," was my only answer.

"Have it your way then, Harry. I'm not fixing it this time." I ignore him. The nerve of the dense twit thinking he was needed for the situation to be fixed.

----

The day passed slowly, torturously so I must say. By the time dinner rolled around I had alienated myself from almost everyone who came near me. I didn't particularly care at that point, however. The incident with Greengrass still festered inside, bubbling and brewing. It was constantly begging to be released. I could barely keep it under control.

Currently I was sitting in the Gryffindor common room studying transfiguration. My father may have had a talent for it, but apparently it skipped over me. I was more a natural for Charms, like my mother. It was a comforting thought to know I inherited something from her.

"Hey, Harry." Katie Bell said surprising me as she slumped into a chair across from me. "I heard you were quite the beast today. No one escaped without some sort of scathing comment. What has your knickers in a twist?"

I looked at Katie evenly, hoping she would just go away. I liked her genuinely, so I didn't want to treat her so rudely. It didn't work. I sighed as I closed my book. "Some stupid Slytherin bitch got under my skin this morning. Try to be nice once in your life and all you get is ... fucking assholes!"

Katie nodded. "It's that whole universal concept of 'Nice guys finish last' thing."

I snorted. "You don't seem to mind sweet innocent me, though."

Katie laughed softly, sending a tingle down my spine. "Maybe I do, Potter, but even you have to admit it gets old some times. You need to stop being so nice and stand up for yourself once in a while, you know." She said nodding as if all the wisdom in the world were trapped in her head. "People don't respect weakness, and even if you aren't weak, that's how you come across."

"I can just feel your love radiating from every pore of your body."

"You are a friend, Harry, and that's what friends are for. To tell you what you don't want to hear. I mean, I know you are anything but weak, but it's not about what you know. It's about what you show."

"And if that show should break rules, laws, or hurt someone?" I ask both sarcastically and curiously.

She shrugged at me. "I've seen you act Slytherin-ish before, Harry. I know you don't mind bending rules for your sake. And as my third cousin twice removed or something like that, Mundungus Flethcher always says, 'It's only illegal if you get caught.' And I know you would never intentionally hurt someone."

But I would and I have. "You are related to 'Dung Fletcher?" I ask incredulously with a raised eyebrow.

She grimaces. "Only distantly through one marriage or another. Not something I am particularly proud of." She looks up at me. "How do you know him? I didn't figure you'd be the sort to hang around with his crowd."

"Fred and George," I tell her simply. I don't think it'd be wise to reveal his position in the order, even if I did trust Katie.

"Mmmm," She hummed. "Yeah, figures they'd know him with everything they get up to."

I looked down, not really anything to say, and brooded on my piss poor situation. I really feel I could have handled Greengrass and her Slytherin idiots better. "Is something on your mind, Harry?" Katie asked, breaking into my thoughts.

"I suppose..." I answer slowly. Seeing her nod me onwards I decided to continue, in an edited frame of mind. "Have you ever had... darker ... fantasies?"

Katie raised an eyebrow at me. "Do you mean, do I have any fetishes, Harry?" She snorted in amusement. "We've never even been on a date, and here you are asking about my sexual preferences."

I look at her pointedly. "I'm asking as a friend. As a very confused friend."

"OK." She started slowly. "Do you want to know them? Or ..."

"...No, I'm just wondering if other people have these... fucked up thoughts." I nearly whisper, my head lying on the table in front of me. "I think these things that I know are wrong, either legally or socially. But it's ... just... so hard to care at the moment."

Katie started rubbing my hand softly in a comforting manner, I noticed. It felt... nice. "Harry, my dear troubled friend, quite a few people have messed up things like that. A great something or other aunt of mine a number of generations back was rather well known for ... something or other, I forget. But you get the point."

"Yeah, thanks Katie. I'm gonna go for a walk I think."

"Your welcome, Harry," Katie looked down at a small delicate watch on her wrist. "Almost curfew, you know. Be careful, Malfoy is out on patrol tonight I think."

I nodded gratefully as I walked away. The cool night air and Katie's words stirred something. Maybe she didn't know what I was, or had done. Maybe she only thought I was talking about something harmless. But in my now twisted and disturbed state, I somehow extracted that she approved. This ... darker me ... buried deep down inside twisted her words, filling my ears with a poison so vile, nothing could cure it. And now, no longer caring, I've released that bond that held this ... monster in place.

----

Hands sliding calmly into my pockets I slink down the shadows of the hallways. I can feel my need to feed once more rising. It won't be satisfied quite as easily this time, I do not think. It matters so little, however. I will feed it, and then slink back into the confines of my cage in the back of this mind. Hidden, trapped, suppressed until we can no longer take the abuse. But that is fine. Every time I am released, we merge. We become closer to one being. As it was in the beginning. As it will be in the end.

I slow when I notice shadows dancing ahead. Someone is walking, in my direction or away I can't tell. Upon further study, I notice it is a female, slightly shorter than I, but roughly the same age. She has slightly long hair that bushes out. Damn, I think. Granger is ahead. Wanting to avoid her at all costs for the moment, I slip down a passage that leads off into an abandoned classroom. Where the classroom is, I haven't a clue, only that it is there. There are far too many passages to keep track of, you know.

"Harry!" Someone exclaims as I slip out in my destination. I whirl about looking for the person, a female by the voice, but see only a vague darkened outline against a window. Blast these foul eyes of ours. If only magic could fix them, but alas, it can not. I step closer to her, which helps reduce the glaring moonlight that obstructs my vision. A cold, cool smile tints my lips as I stare at her.

"Marietta, my dear," My voice is quiet and calm, and she shivers in fear. How delightful. She remembers. I have a hard time remembering sometimes. He doesn't like these things, my hungers. He suppresses them, and me, to the point that we are separate but the same. But I am stuck with his memory. If he doesn't remember, I do not either. "Didn't we discuss this before? How you are to address me, and all."

"I... I am sorry, M... master." She chokes out, hating the words as they spill forth.

"Better. But do not worry, my precious little one," I coo softly, running a hand across her cheek breezily. She shudders and resists the urge to pull away. Oh how delicious it is, that which you feed me, dear Marietta. "It will be easier in time. But that is neither here nor there." I ponder for a moment. One of my tormenters is beyond my reach, and he would fight harder for control should the second know who we are. A plan slowly formulates as I stare at Marietta. "I have a question, Edgecombe." She nods. "Where can I find a polyjuice potion in the school?"

Marietta ponders and ponders. He face scrunches up in concentration as she does. "Slughorn," She says very slowly. "He may have a few. People whisper he is helping the Order of the Phoenix. Those have to be helpful. But he would keep track of them."

My cold smile deepens. "That is fine. Come, you shall assist me tonight." Walking to the door, I fail to hear her footsteps. Looking back I find this is because she has yet to move. She is simply staring at me with a mixture of shock, reluctance, and, if I am not mistake, anticipation. "Come." I command firmly in a voice that dares defiance. "Or would you like to serve as my entertainment tonight?"

"...N...no... no Master." She squeaks and hurries up behind me.

The decent into the dungeons is slow and quiet. Acquiring two polyjuice potions unnoticed will undoubtedly be most difficult. How can I get it? Perhaps I could send Marietta, I think glancing at her, to fetch them while I distract Slughorn. Yes, my thoughts hiss. That seems plausible. She can at least identify them.

"Master?" Marietta asks uncertainly. I glance at her, a silent command to continue. "What... what exactly... are we doing?"

"What I tell you to." I say simply. "We are going to get rid of an annoyance or two."

She nods slowly. "I see. Do... What am I doing then?"

I smirk slowly, continuing along the cold, empty passages slowly. "I haven't come to that point yet, my dear, but I assure you, you will enjoy it."

I stopped in front of the necessary door, looking down the hall both ways. One end was lined with doors while the other had nothing but a bend. If I remember correctly, that bend headed towards the Slytherin common room. Hmm, what to do, what to do? Marietta shifts nervously impatient next to me. It is getting on my nerves.

"Go grab two polyjuice potions from the labs," I tell her pointing at the door just beyond us. "Be quiet about it, and when you have them, meet me back here. But stay out of sight!" I hiss in a whisper. She nods before hurrying off.

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I silently slip into the door of the potions lab, closing it behind me softly as I can. It still gives a loud click, which makes me wince. Numerous cabinets line the walls surrounding me, with work benches scattered about the middle of the floor. Used, unclean, sticky cauldrons sit on several of the benches in the front of the room. Figuring that my desire would be kept away from the ingredients, I choose a tall, black cabinet in the back.

I wonder why I am doing this. I wonder why I left my dorm at all tonight. No, rather, I know why I left. I wanted to talk to someone. Professor Flitwick, perhaps, or maybe even Madam Pomphrey. Desire and lust are strange things I've decided. As are love and hate. I hate what has been done to me by Harry Potter, but I also lust for more. Why? Why would I long to be dominated and forced to be a servant of the flesh to a man who couldn't careless about me?

Pushing my ponderings aside, I slide the cabinet open and look in. Dreamless sleep, love potions, a potion that looks to be liquid gold; and numerous others line it. Deep in the back, I see my treasure. I grab two of the ones my master wanted, as well as a dreamless sleep potion for myself later in the night.

Gliding as silently as I can, which isn't all that silent, I find my master standing in the hallways shadows once more. He has a camera in his hand now. What he could possibly want with that, I wonder silently. Quietly, I hand him the potions I pilfered. The way he looks at me makes me think he knows I took more than I should have. It frightens me more than I already am.

----

I wave a hand at her and silently move forward, stalking the halls. It is only just now curfew I suspect so I have a few hours to plan. He agrees with me, and was almost giddy about such a prospect. Suggestions flitted across my mind that he felt justified. They were so completely Gryffindor that it was a struggle not to laugh aloud. That will change, however, when we finally merge. Dozens of ideas flit across our mind but none seem satisfying. It will take weeks of planning to be perfect, but I am patient even if he is not. I will plan in the back of his mind, while he controls. When I must, I will bargain for control to gather information. I am proud, but know when I must set aside that pride for the Will.

A moan stops me in my place some time later. I look back and notice Marietta wasn't the culprit, if the look on her face was anything to go by. Again it resonated through the hall. A door, seven or so feet away, is cracked slightly. Slowly I move forward to investigate. Our only downside, I suspect, is that we are both nosey and too curious for our own good. It's a male's voice moaning, I notice, which is almost enough to drive me away.

Inside the room I notice, with his back to me, is who I suspect to be Hufflepuff, Zacharias Smith. Beneath him, with her mouth surrounding him; is a completely naked Daphne Greengrass. Surprise registers for a moment, before anger engulfs me once more. For numerous years this little bitch has felt the need to mock me, and now I can get my revenge. It is fitting, somehow, that I would find her with her hand in her muff, devouring a Hufflepuff greedily. Idly, I wonder if she is one of those girls who swallows. A grunt from Smith tells me I might just find out.

Daphne coughs, spitting out his seed, and shoving Smith backwards. "Smith, you absolute Centaur's twat," she growls angrily. "I warned you not to do that again, bastard," was the vicious snarl that came after as she wiped a bit that had dribbled down her chin when she spit.

"Come on," I can almost hear the smirk gracing his face. "You love it and you know it."

As Smith moves towards her I set the camera down outside the door and motion for Marietta to follow me. Drawing my wand, I whisper a stunning charm and send it at Smith. Daphne gives no warning, having not seen it, and Smith crimples to the ground. Daphne's eyes widen as he falls towards her. I look around the room quickly, trying to find a place to dispose of this lump, while keeping an eye on her.

"Expelliarmus!" Marietta says quickly. I look back in time to notice Daphne's wand fly from her hand and into Edgecombe's. May haps I should pay a slight bit more attention to the buxom Slytherin, and stop underestimating her.

"Thank you, Marietta," My voice glides out smooth and calm as usual. "Now would you mind doing me the favour of placing him," I jab a finger at Smith, "Into a cabinet and locking it?" Marietta nods hesitantly and begins to levitate him.

"Potter," Greengrass growls out, hiding her bare flesh.

"Hufflepuffs, Daphne?" I ask, amusement ringing in my voice. "And a Hufflepuff that plays at being a dark wizard no less! For shame!"

She snorted as she grabbed her robe and flung it around her front. "And your little Ravenclaw tart is any better? Now give me my wand and get out!"

"I think not," I whisper just loud enough for her to hear. "The fun is only starting. I wonder though," I muse aloud as I look back at Marietta securing the locks. "Have you fucked him yet?"

"That isn't your business, Gryffindor!" She growls.

"But it is," I say stroking her cheek. She jerks back instantly. "I don't like sloppy seconds after all."

"Sloppy seconds?" Daphne asked with a raise eyebrow. "What makes you think I would give you any, let alone seconds?"

"A very valid point, Madam Greengrass," I drawl. "But another, even more valid point is, what makes you think you have a choice?"

Fear flashes across her face. "You're bluffing and I know it. You are Gryffindor's perfect little hero. You wouldn't dare."

I motion for Marietta to come closer. "I wouldn't? Marietta," I slowly turn my head to her, keeping my eyes on Daphne. "Daphne doesn't believe I would. What do you think, my little pet?"

"M... master... can and would do anything he likes," Marietta responded slowly.

The slight fear in her eyes now amplified a number of times over. Daphne now had the look of a caged animal. From experience, I know exactly how dangerous this can be. As I cautiously move forward, she lunges, nails outward as if they were claws. Unable to restrain her, I push her to one side as I dodge opposite. I am careful to keep myself between her and the door. A second attack comes just as quickly. Fuck, I mentally curse as she connects this time. My robes now have a tear in the arm, and blood trickles down slowly. A third, fourth, and fifth attack comes, two missing and one connecting in nearly the same spot. The cuts on my fore arm now cross like patchwork, and sting quite a bit. I growl audibly at her, and decide to take a hit in order to capture her.

With what I've decided is her last attack, she connects with my arms and my hands lock on her wrists. Quickly I throw a knee into her stomach. She coughs, and backs away, winded. As she turns to rest a hand on an old dusty teacher's desk, I grab her wrists again from behind this time and lock her arms firmly against her chest.

"H... Help..." She wheezes softly.

"Silence her," I growl at Marietta. She does so instantly. "Can you conjure a strong rope?"

"I... I think so."

I nod at her. "Do it then. Make it a good sized length of it." She takes a look of concentration before making a complex wand motion. On the desk in front of us, a two foot length of white nylon rope appears. "Tie her wrists," I hold them out slightly. "Rather, don't. Just petrify her."

"Petrificus Totalus," She whispers and Daphne's body becomes rigid in that position.

As I move around front of Daphne, Marietta now keeping her upright, I notice tears now streak her face. It is quite red as well. I smile as I look at it, satisfied, and wipe a tear off and lick it. "This is such a pretty look on you, Daphne. I really must arrange it more often." She attempts a glare that doesn't quite meet frightening. I pick up the rope and bind it around her wrists. Having done so much gardening for the Dursley's I am confident I can make a not she won't break. I ponder a moment before conjuring another two larger pieces as well. Taking hold of her wrists, I finite Marietta's body bind and drag the struggling girl to the desk.

Now I am stuck with a problem, I think to myself as I glace at Esgecombe. She won't be able to sufficiently tie a not, I suspect. How to hold the girl in place while I tie her down? An idea sparks as I continue looking at Marietta. I force Daphne to bend over the desk, and turn my head to Marietta. "Get over here and sit on her. I don't want her to move from this spot!" I whisper in a fierce whisper. Marietta complies, eager to avoid my anger. I can see Daphne labouring for breath with all of Marietta's weight pressing her chest into the desk. Ah well, she will merely have to suffer for the moment. While standing behind her, I tie one end of a long bit of rope to the leg of the desk. The rest of the rope is strung along the length of the desk, wrapped tightly around her ankles pulling them apart and bound to the opposite end of the desk. I give it a small tug and grunt in satisfaction when I feel it is good enough. Similar is done with her wrists, save that the rope is threaded through her present bindings before being wrapped around and secured.

Marietta climbs down at my beckon and I watch Greengrass struggle with her binds for some time, growing more pleased by the moment. "You know, Daphne, I am enjoying this so much that I feel I need something to remember it by." I tell her as I go to fetch the camera I borrowed from Slughorn. "Don't you think that's a brilliant idea, Mari?" I ask the girl trying to escape my attention.

"Ye... yes sir." She whispers. I frown at her. Really, I must teach the girl to stop stuttering around me some time. It is so annoying.

The door closed and locked, I add a imperturbable charm to it, as well as the cabinet. It wouldn't do well for Smith to awake and hear us, though I am confident he will be out for several hours. I also remove the silencing charm placed on Daphne. Sweet soft sobs emanate from her lips, and I take just a moment to listen to them. I am a sick twit, I know, and He doesn't hesitate to tell me at times like these. I hoist the camera up and snip a picture of he bare, visible, and slightly swollen lips. The camera instantly gives a photo, which I toss on an old, rickety student's desk.

Daphne gasps as the flash lights the room. "What are you doing?" Her voice is soft and hesitant. Shame is predominately ringing within it.

I bend down over her body and place my lips just behind her ear. "Collecting something to savoir the moment." I whisper to her. "I want to remember this." I make sure to press my lips into her flesh so that she can feel my smile. "I want you to remember this. To remember the moment I made you worthless to everyone."

"As if you could, Potter," Faux bravery shines in her voice, but the shame is still there. It still taints everything she says.

"But I can, you see. All I have to do," I whisper to her, touching her folds. She shivers as my finger runs up it and along her cheeks. I hum a pleased sound as she does so. "All I have to do, dearest Daphne, is show these pictures to Voldemort or your parents."

"No!" She gasps. "You can't!"

"I could. Maybe I can send a small note explaining your secret affair with a Hufflepuff as well." I smile down as I continue to stroke her round buttocks. "What would they think of you then? Not only a fucking a Hufflepuff, but Harry Potter as well. Voldemort would kill you without question. I suspect you parents would disown their filthy blood traitor of a daughter as well." Her sobs deepen as I speak.

Backing away I cast my eyes over her body. I have only observed this specimen from His eyes. I want to see her with my own now. Her hair is black as my own, falling down over her face, hiding tearful cold grey eyes. She is petite, but has quite large breasts. A pity they are smashed down into the dust covered desk. Her skin is pale and unblemished, as would be expected of a pureblood princess. I smile delightedly as she shivers and struggles to get away from me.

With deliberate lethargy, I move to the front of the desk, Daphne now looking down on my feet. I force her head up with one hand and admire her tear streaked face. Her grey eyes are nearly glowing with anger, hate, and shame. There is no mistaking the lack of longing or desire in them. I smirk down at her. "Smile big for the camera now."

Flash.

The picture is tossed onto the desk next to her. "Now, Daph, let me see if I recall our earlier meeting." I keep the same calm and cool voice I have always had. His voice grates my nerves. So full of emotion. I shudder at the thought. "Didn't you say I had a small penis?" No answer is given. My smile fades ever so slightly. I squeeze my hand just a bit tighter, and she grunts softly in pain. "Am I correct?"

"Yes." Her answer is distorted due to the grip I have, which I now release.

Letting her go, I allow her head to slump as I kneel down next to her and place my lips on her ear. "You might as well cooperate, you know." I whisper. "You're already tainted for life. Be nice and you'll feel so good when I'm done."

"Shut up," She whispers moving her head away.

I rest hand on her cheek and pull it back against my lips. "But it's true and you know it. Your parents, your friends, the dark lord, his death eaters; they will all be after your blood once they find out."

"It's not true," She whispers desperately. "They won't."

"They will and you know it." I ponder a minute as a stray thought from some time ago catches my mind. He might not pay attention to whispers in the dark, but those are my play things. He remembers but ignores them. I remember and analyze them. Even the smallest, most worthless bits of information can be helpful. "You're parents hate the Smith family after all. No good nasty blood traitors that they are and all. Voldemort will, too. He is the head of your pureblood foolishness, after all."

"No," her eyes clenched shut, she whispers this.

"Your friends will look down on you for falling low enough to make with a Hufflepuff."

"Stop, please!" She begs. It is a pleasing sound to me.

"You are worthless now." I stand and walk back behind her, looking at Marietta. "Are you ready to assist me now?" As an after thought, I add, "And please stop stuttering about. It is ever so bothersome."

Marietta nods, "Yes, master. I'm ready."

"Good," I say in a gentle purr. Marietta shivers lightly. I wonder if she enjoys all of this. No matter, it is unimportant. "I want you to lick Daphne's muff for me."

"I ...' Marietta blushes a deep crimson color. "I can't do that. I'm not..."

I shrug at her, "It doesn't matter if you have a preference towards men or women. I commanded and you will obey. Now," firmness joins the usual quiet quality of my voice.

Slowly and hesitantly, she complies with my demands. Kneeling she gently rests her hands on Daphne's globes, whom squeaks and vainly tries to pull away. With her thumbs, Marietta spreads her lips and presses her tongue into them. The angle being just right, I snip a picture of it. Marietta looks at me surprised but continues what she was doing when I give her a firm look. Daphne moans through her bitten lips, obviously trying to keep it in. Mari gets into it after several minutes and gives Daphne quite the coating of saliva, Daphne fighting moans all the while. When she accidentally hits the clit, Daphne isn't able to contain the moaning scream that comes out. I grow bored with simply spectating soon, and decide to play with Marietta a bit since she will largely be ignored soon.

I kneel behind her, and slide my hand underneath her skirt. Pressing a finger against her clit, I whisper to her, "That's my good little slave. Obey and I'll reward you very well." I rub her gently and she moans into Daphne's crevice. "That's a good girl, now suck her clit." A slight wet smacking sound tells me she has, and it repeats several times before she begins to push her tongue into her partner, thumbing her clit fiercely. I give my little slave the same treatment, increasing the speed I massage her. While Daphne is still stubbornly fighting to remain soundless, Marietta has no qualms about it and is moaning openly into Daphne. Fluid leaks from Daphne soon, running down her thighs and her head slump, and soon after from Marietta herself. At the end I have seven new pictures of the sweat and cum soaked Daphne, a mixture of pictures with and without Marietta.

"Take off your panties, Mari, my sweet." She does so without hesitation this time. Understandable, I muse, since I wouldn't be in a hurry to wear my own fluids either. Gently taking her hand, I lead her to the front of Daphne. Grabbing a fist of black, I lift my prisoner's head and address Marietta. "Lift your skirt and show her your wet cunt." Greengrass' cold grey eyes fill with disgust as they gaze upon the reddish blonde of one of her tormenters. With my free hand I push Mari closer. "Marietta was nice enough to entertain you, Daphne. Why don't you return the favour?"

"No," she says defiantly.

"Hmm," I hum at her. "You'll suck a Hufflepuffs cock, but wont even repay another woman's kindness? What a bitch you are. Its no wonder your parents hate you." I shake my head. "Do it, Daph, or I'll just go floo up your parents and give them those lovely pictures." I smirk again at the emotions welling in her grey eyes. "Imagine their disgust when they find out. Not just a Hufflepuff and a halfbood Potter, but you're a dirty little lesbian too."

"They won't believe you," She says, no where near convincingly.

"They don't have to, dearest." I tell her showing her a photo. It was far enough away to see clearly that it was her, but not far enough to notice the ropes. "They can see it for their own eyes."

Her eyes clench shut again, and she whispers things to herself I can't make out. I press on, voice always calm, always even. "Who knows, maybe they'll save you the humiliation of your friends finding out you were lusting after them. Maybe they'll just disown and kill you themselves."

"No..."

"Maybe I'll skip giving them to your parents. Maybe I'll just give them to Tracey..."

"Don't... Please don't..."

"I wonder if she'll figure out you were watching her in the showers. That you touch yourself at night while imagining her tongue running all over your body."

"She wouldn't believe..."

"Maybe," I answer with a shrug. "But she can see it right here. You have a cunt full of a woman's tongue. It's all she needs. She would hate you. Maybe enough to tell your parents and the Dark Lord."

I press Marietta against her mouth, and for nearly a minute, Daphne does nothing. When I open my mouth to threaten her again, Marietta lets out a groaning moan. Her mead stays attached to Mari as I release her and she doesn't even look up as I snap photo after photo. "Hmm, I hum contentedly. "Is she good, Mari?"

"Wonderful," she breathes as an answer. "Yessss," Mari hisses, "I'm coming." Daphne's face glistens with fluid when Edgecombe pulls away.

"Mari attests to your skill," I sat as I examine several photos. "And I can see you are very good at it. I have to wonder though, have you done this before?" Daphne refuses to look at anything but the floor when I ask. "Oh, you have! Tremendous! You simply must tell us."

"I..." She begins but soon locks her lips together. It is apparent she is humiliated at the experience.

"Come now, Daphne," a false tone of comfort and caring radiate from my voice. "It's best you tell someone if someone has raped you." I smile kindly down at her, my eyes no doubt glinting darkly. "You can trust us. We won't tell anyone."

"I've... I've done it with younger years." She confessed with humiliation and embarrassment written all over her. "The naive first and second years do whatever the older house members tell them. I make them lick me while I lick them."

"Oh, very interesting," I mused aloud "So you do enjoy men and women. And what a filthy way to express it, raping first and second years." She hangs her head shamefully. "I suppose you know you deserve this then, don't you?" She says nothing, staring at something only she can see. Her eyes no longer hold emotions. They are deadened and dulled now.

"Now, you filthy perverted worthless bitch," I say affectionately to her as I had the camera to Mari. "You are going to swallow every ounce of punishment I give you, and beg for more when I finish." I slide my cock from my pants and push it against her lips. Slight hesitation flashes across her face before she swallows it to the base.

Flash.

I glance at Mari. She has the camera in one hand and her muff in the other. Her rubbing matches my thrusting. I groan and lean my head back as her tongue twirls round my head. From lack of experience I can't tell if she is very good, but I know that this is a work of pleasure I enjoy far too much from my own good. I let out another vociferous groan as her teeth drag ever so gently across my shaft. It creates a slight sense of pain that brings an unsuspected pleasure to it. I absently notice several more flashes and Mari increasing her own speed as I thrust faster and faster into Daphne's mouth. I can feel my inevitable orgasm approaching and feel devilish at the moment. I smirk down at her, remembering her objection to Smith. "Mmmm, so you don't like to swallow. I've got a solution for you then." I free myself from her mouth and with a few quick strokes and beyond my boiling point. My seed is sprayed forward, coating her face generously.

"Thank you," She murmured, humiliation written across her features.

"Oh?" I question raising a surprised eyebrow. "You enjoyed that did you?" I smirk at her, and call Mari to me without waiting for an answer. "Look at me," I command Greengrass, and to my satisfaction, she does. I snap a picture and she doesn't even blink this time. I chuckle slightly. "Good girl," I purred.

I set the camera down and walk behind her, placing hand on her soft bum. Eagerly, she arches into it. "Not yet dearest," I coo at her. "We can't have you looking a mess in the photos, can we? Mari," I call, and she looks at me. "Why don't you ... clean... her up a bit, hmm?"

She looked at Daphne curiously before looking around. "How?"

Dense girl, I thought. "You have a tongue. Put it to use."

"Yes, sire." She answered with a shudder of disgust.

I stoked a finger up Daphne's slit as Mari got to work licking her face clean. She shuddered under my hands when I pressed harder and began to masturbate her to climax. Of course, I had no intention of allowing her release yet, but that wasn't the point. Mari, feeling left out I suppose, began stroking herself as well. Soon their moans fell into tandem and Mari, becoming bolder, captured Daphne's lips. It was a rather attractive scene I have to admit. I could see her shiver when her climax approached and I abruptly stopped, causing a sob to fall from her mouth.

"Do you want more, Daphne dearest?"

"Please," she begged.

"Please what?" I egg.

"Please ... Give me more." Her voice sounds desperate as she pleads.

"Give you more what, Daphne? Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me, please." She cast her eyes over her shoulder. They were twisted now. A sickening sense of loyalty shined in them and desperate desire its companion. "Please shove your big cock inside of my pussy."

"Oh, but weren't you worried about being tainted by a halfie not long ago, dearest?"

"I am already tainted." She echoed my words. "I'm just a sickening pervert. I'm just a worthless little whore who needs it. Please! It hurts! Give it to me! Take me!" Her voice was hysterical as she pleaded for it. Marietta looked at her in shock as she begged and pleaded.

"Do you promise to behave?" She nodded wildly, rambling on still. "Very well, Marietta, remove the binds on her hands." I tell the blonde as I position myself behind the raven haired Slytherin. A flick of her wand and my own removes her binds completely.

Her hand slides under her body and grasps a hold of me as soon I am in her reach, guiding me into her. She is warm, wet, and slightly tight around me. I groaned at the feel of pleasure it gave to slowly slide into her while she tried vainly to push against my hand to drive me in farther. Her hand moved to her clit as I stopped and enjoyed the feel of her warmth. After a moment though, I felt the longing and lust as well. A slow steady rhythm turned to hard and rough as I pounded against her with everything I had. Moans, grunts and screams came from the small raven beneath me. In front of the desk I could see Marietta snapping photos and fervently masturbating. It was erotic, really. The sounds of my shaft sliding in and out of Daphne,s sweat and cum soaked slit, Marietta's skirt hiked up to her waste, her hand buried in her muff. It was enough to heighten the pleasure I felt. Combined with the little raven's slit suddenly squeezing with twice the force of normal, I couldn't hold myself any longer. I yank myself out in time to spray a last load on her exposed lips and ass.

"Master," Daphne pants as she falls to the floor and rests herself against my leg.

I glare down at her and shove her away with a shake of my leg. "Do you really think I want a worthless tart like you as my slave? You aren't good enough for such a thing." Her eyes tear slightly and I smirk. "I have yet to see a use from you and I have no need of useless trinkets."

"But... but please!" she begged. "I can be useful! I swear I can! Please don't abandon me, Master." She sobs.

I was about to send a scathing comment when a thought occurs. She could be of some use. I have no other means to complete the plans I have been running through my head, and she just might have some use in that department.

"Alright," I say slowly. "I will give you one chance." She beams at me in pride. "You will complete a task for me. If, and only if, you complete it successfully, will I grant you the honour of wearing my mark. If you fail, however," I glare down at her. "Ill simply obliviate you and you'll go back to being a broken worthless whore for the Hufflepuffs."

"Thank you, master," She beamed, grabbing my hand a placing several kisses upon it. "What, master? What must I do?"

"I need several hairs from both Malfoy and one of the other Slytherins. Someone he associates with. Parkinson, for example." I state thoughtfully. "Give me them by the end of the week and you pass this little test. Fail," I glance at the cabinet the still magically unconscious Smith rests in. "And you go back to swallowing for filth."

"Of course, Master."

Gathering the various photos and beckoning to Marietta, we leave the Slytherin to gather her things and leave. She was ordered to remove the imperturbable charms from the door and cabinet but to leave the cabinet locked and Smith to wake himself in the four hours it would take.

The next morning is filled with mixed feelings Title: /Bluer than Indigo/
Chapter:
I know what evil I intend to do
But stronger that all my after thoughts is my fury
Fury that brings upon morals the greatest evils

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The next morning is filled with mixed feelings. I am as pleased with myself as I am disgusted in myself. Marietta was a nice, sweet girl who didn't deserve what happened to her. I am not the kind of person to do that. I am not the kind of person who enjoys that kind of thing. Or am I?

Before yesterday, I was a genuinely nice person. I enjoyed quidditch and butter beers with friends. I was up for the occasional trip to Hogsmeade every once and awhile. Mostly I enjoyed spending my time alone reading a book on a number of various subjects. Sometimes I enjoy the occasional Playwizard magazine. For the articles, of course. I am, for the most part, your average teenage wizard. I am not, however, the kind of person who likes to see others suffer. Hermione could have been just a little bit right when she said I had a hero thing. Perhaps I do. But regardless of Evil, rape is something I couldn't stand. And what I did was, unquestionably, rape.

And yet, deep down inside I enjoyed it. It was on some darker, more primitive level completely intoxicating. The sense of power, of control of another being. I can understand now, even if I it disgusts me, why Voldemort has so many servants around him. And why wizards keep house elves. I am sickened with myself for both committing and enjoying these acts. And no matter how hard I try, I don't know if I can stop myself the next time the craving strikes. I have never been able to control my emotions very well.

I sigh as I slide out of my bed and trudge slowly down to the showers. The hot water seems to wash away the feelings of loathing I have as I stare at the wall before me. All of my aches and pains, whether mental or physical, ebb away with the soothing pitter patter of the water. I stand here for nearly thirty minutes just enjoying the feel before I wash and leave. Being a Saturday, there are no classes so I don't need to wear the standard uniform. I throw a silk black button up shirt and thin, comfortable slacks. I've gotten so used to wearing a tie that I grab a full red tie as well. My robes are thin and breezy. Generally the outfit would be quite hot, but several charms prevent such things.

Katie Bell stops me on my way down to inquire about setting up quidditch tryouts sometime in the next two weeks. I absentmindedly begin to check out Katie as we talk. She is a pretty girl. She has that more than average, girl next door look to her. She is the kind of girl you fantasize about on hot summers when you are... well ... my age. Her skin is tanned lightly brown from all the time in the sun and I suddenly long to touch it just to feel it. It must be soft, I think. Girls are like that, aren't they? I wonder now what her firm, athletic breasts would taste and feel like in my mouth. They are small and firm. Her legs stick out beneath her skirt. They are long and slender. I blink away the sudden urge to run my hand up them.

"Why don't we do it Saturday?" I suggest, forcing myself away from those thoughts. I don't want to do that to her. I respect her a good deal.

"Alright," Katie chirped. "Where are you off to?"

"Mmm," I hummed. "Breakfast, I suppose. Care to join me?"

"I'd like to," Bell starts with a blush. "But I've got a lot of studying to do. NEWTS are this year after all."

I nod at her sympathetically. "OWLS were tough enough. I probably will loathe NEWTS."

Katie shifts a bit while looking down. "Nah, you'll do great, I think. You are very smart after all. Best in your year, if you ask me."

I smile at her and her eyes shine a bit. "I doubt that. Hermione is a lot smarter than I am."

"Maybe," Katie confesses. "But there is more to the world than books. I don't doubt you scored higher on the OWLS because of your intelligence and talent for practical use. And the DA proved that, I think."

I push her lightly and playfully, which causes a smile to tug at her lips. "You flatter me too much, Bell. What are you after?"

Katie looks at me with a faux hurt look. "Now, why must I want something from you just because I want to flatter my friend and captain a bit?" I just looked at her. She poked her tongue out at me.

"So how are your studies going?" I ask, pressing on into mindless chatter.

"Horrid," She sighs, depressed. "I've never had to study so much in my life. I'm afraid it's going to cut into quidditch time."

"Don't worry about it, Kate." I try to tell her in a soothing voice. "I'm not Oliver the Tyrannical Quidditch Junkie, after all. I know how important your studying is. If you need the time, just say so."

She smiled up at me gratefully. "You are such a sweet boy, Harry."

"I think you are forgetting brave, heroic, handsome, funny, and just plain sexy."

"And ever so modest," She drawled sarcastically.

"Aren't I?" I asked, ignoring her sarcasm. "Surprises me that some cute little thing hasn't fallen at my feet begging to date me yet."

Katie snickered with me. It was times like these that I appreciated Katie knew me so well. She understood I hated the fame thrust at me and wouldn't use it to my advantage. She knew I wouldn't date someone whose interest was purely in the Boy-Who-Lived.

"So the Cho incident has left you single then?" she asked curiously.

I nodded. "Indeed, and please, let's never mention that disaster again."

Katie nodded, "Yeah, but truthfully it isn't all her fault. She and Cedric had been dating for quite some time. She was obviously in love with him. A few months probably weren't enough for her to get over him."

I nodded understandingly. "I understand that now. My godfather died just this summer." It was still depressing to think about, but it also left a feeling of bitterness and anger behind.

"So you are single." Katie said, trying to move away from the subject. I smiled a silent thanks at her. "Why not date Weasley? Everyone knows she is hard up to get you."

I shake my head at her. "Nah, she is hard up for the Boy-Who-lived." I look at her for a moment. "This is between us, right?" She nods. "Ginny isn't all that attractive anyway, in my opinion."

I watched her nod slowly. "She isn't." She agreed. "Makes you wonder how she became Hogwarts' next Cho Chang."

"Doesn't it," I smile at her. "Redheads aren't really my thing anyway. I think the only attractive one I've ever seen was my mother."

"Getting randy over dear mummy, Potter?" Katie mocked. "I didn't pin you as that kind of person."

"Sick, Bell. Real, real sick." I glare half-heartedly. "You know very well I don't mean sexually."

"Ah, but what if she wasn't your mother?" Would I? Probably not, but maybe. Lily Evans was a very attractive woman.

"So, are YOU single? " I ask, avoiding the subject.

"Yep," She said in a melancholy tone.

"Surprising," I tell her. "I figure someone like you would have a line of them."

She looks up at me and studies me quietly. "Why do you think that?"

I blush at the question. "Well, you are attractive, no doubt about that. You... well... you are just a great person."

She continues studying me for a moment more. "Can I ask you something?" She asked.

"Aha!" I groan in mock triumph. "I knew you wanted something."

"Oh, hush you!" She says, slapping me playfully on the arm. She lets out a melodic laugh. I never noticed how nice her voice is when she laughs. Or the way her nose scrunches up in that cute manner when she smiles.

I smile at her. "Sure, what did you need? Anything for my star Chaser."

"Well, I was wondering... if... You know..." She stutters hopelessly.

"I'm afraid I don't know."

Katie looks at me. "Can I ask you a personal question?" I nod at her, a bit confused. Rather than asking anything, she simply leans in and kisses me. After a second of shock, I respond. Anyone would if Katie Bell were kissing them. My arm wraps itself around Katie of its own accord, resting itself on the small of her back. She tastes like cinnamon apple and spices. Her soft tongue prods at my lips, begging entrance. I oblige her willingly, suckling the soft, wet appendage.

Katie presses herself into me, trying to dive deeper into the kiss. I, feeling the same need to absorb her, wrap my free arm around her and cling qto her. My hands grasp her small buttocks and I can feel her smile into my lips. She nips my tongue in retaliation. I choose to break the kiss, having a strong need to breath.

"That was a question?" I pant.

"No," She whispers into my shoulder. "But it was an answer. Going to Hogsmeade with anyone tomorrow?"

"No."

"Want to?" She says looking up at me hopefully.

I nod at her after a few moments of thought. "You're on, Bell."

She breathes a sigh of relief, before kissing me on the side of my mouth. "Good, I've got to study though." She says pulling away from me. "Though, I could use some company."

I smile apologetically. "Sorry, I've not eaten since the day before yesterday."

"S'alright." She murmurs, "Maybe next time then."

"Maybe," I agree. She smiles as I head off out of the common room. That was quite a shock. In all of the time I've known Katie; it had never crossed my mind that she is actually a dating option. She was always just Katie, the chaser. Katie, my team mate. She ... simply never seemed a viable romantic option.

The hallways are crowded as I walk towards the Great Hall. Romilda Vane is out and about. Having seen me, she flutters and generally tries capturing my attention. Slag, that girl is. She dates and dates and brags about it any time I am in earshot. I notice the little Chinese girl, Su Li is her name I think, sitting alone in some alcove studying by herself. A few younger year Hufflepuffs doing one thing or another run and laugh down the halls. A few Slyther....

"Oh, Bloody Hell!" I exclaim as I run into someone. Turning to the direction I was walking I notice several Slytherin girls. Of them I notice Tracey Davis, Daphne Greengrass, the one I ran into, and the last I can't identify. "Sorry," I apologize sincerely, offering my hand to help Daphne up.

"Well, if it isn't out brooding little hero!" Daphne drawls as she slaps my hand away. "Off to find some poor ickle Hufflepuff to impress with your dark, mysterious, sad little life, Potty?"

Gritting my teeth, I attempt to ignore her comments. "Morning to you as well, Greengrass. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to breakfast."

"Awww," Daphne coos to the unknown girl next to her. "I think we have angered the mighty Harry Potter by not falling at his feet, weeping over his ever so horrid life." The girl giggles at Daphne.

"Forgive us, o great one!" Tracey adds. "We repent! We repent!"

"Har har," I drawl moving beyond them. "It is to laugh." I continue walking down the hall failing to ignore them.

"What crisis are you going to defeat this time, Potter? Your whore of a mother not leave you proper notes on how to use a tampon? Did your boyfriend leave you? Or maybe one of the Puffs wasn't impressed by your tiny little dick!"

An uncontrollable rage and hatred starts to bubble beneath everything. It is a storm that starts small, emerging from the shadows of my mind. As it leaves the shadows it gathers fuel, slowly becoming stronger and stronger, bringing darker thoughts with it. The feelings that led me to consume Marietta return with this dark storm. It frightens and excites me on some deeper level. I simply hurry along, knowing that it wouldn't do to let those feelings show in public.

"Morning," Ron greets as I throw myself down, filling a plate with food. I grunt at him, which he doesn't seem to notice.

"Morning, Harry." Hermione greets. She receives the same grunt, but doesn't seem to take the message. "Can you believe Snape of all people is the Defence professor this year?"

"Yeah, and he'll be gone next year if we are lucky." Ron says when I don't answer.

Hermione tries vainly for several long minutes to engage me in conversation, which I pointedly ignore. "Is there something wrong, Harry?"

I glare. "No."

"Harry," Hermione tries again.

"I said no," I glare harder. "Mind your business, Granger."

She sniffs importantly in a very McGonagall-like way, "Fine." Granger nearly snarls as she leaves. Ron looks after her before glaring at me.

"Was that necessary?"

"Yes," is my only answer.

"Have it your way then, Harry. I'm not fixing it this time." I ignore him. The nerve of the dense twit thinking he is necessary for the situation to be fixed.
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The day passes slowly, torturously so I must say. By the time dinner rolls around I have alienated myself from almost everyone who comes near me. I don't particularly care at that point, however. The incident with Greengrass still festers inside, bubbling and brewing. It is constantly begging to be released. I can barely keep it under control.

Currently I am sitting in the Gryffindor common room studying transfiguration. My father may have had a talent for it, but apparently it skipped over me. I am more a natural for Charms, like my mother. It is a comforting thought to know I inherited something from her.

"Hey, Harry." Katie Bell says surprising me as she slumps into a chair across from me. "I heard you were quite the beast today. No one escaped without some sort of scathing comment. What has your knickers in a twist?"

I look at Katie evenly, hoping she will just go away. I like her genuinely, so I don't want to treat her so rudely. It doesn't work. I sigh as I close my book. "Some stupid Slytherin bitch got under my skin this morning. Try to be nice once in your life and all you get is ... fucking assholes!"

Katie nods. "It's that whole universal concept of 'Nice guys finish last' thing."

I snort. "You don't seem to mind sweet innocent me, though."

Katie laughs softly, sending a tingle down my spine. "Maybe I do, Potter, but even you have to admit it gets old some times. You need to stop being so nice and stand up for yourself once in a while, you know." She says nodding as if all the wisdom in the world is trapped in her head. "People don't respect weakness, and even if you aren't weak, that's how you come across."

"I can just feel your love radiating from every pore of your body."

"You are a friend, Harry, and that's what friends are for. To tell you what you don't want to hear. I mean, I know you are anything but weak, but it's not about what you know. It's about what you show."

"And if that show should break rules, laws, or hurt someone?" I ask both sarcastically and curiously.

She shrugs at me. "I've seen you act Slytherin-ish before, Harry. I know you don't mind bending rules for your sake. And as my third cousin twice removed or something like that, Mundungus Flethcher always says, 'It's only illegal if you get caught.' And I know you would never intentionally hurt someone."

But I would and I have. "You're related to 'Dung Fletcher?" I ask incredulously with a raised eyebrow.

She grimaces. "Only distantly through one marriage or another. Not something I am particularly proud of." She looks up at me. "How do you know him? I didn't figure you'd be the sort to hang around with his crowd."

"Fred and George," I tell her simply. I don't think it'd be wise to reveal his position in the order, even if I did trust Katie.

"Mmmm," She hums. "Yeah, figures they'd know him with everything they get up to."

I look down, not really having anything to say, and brood on my piss poor situation. I really feel I could have handled Greengrass and her Slytherin idiots better. "Is something on your mind, Harry?" Katie asks, breaking into my thoughts.

"I suppose..." I answer slowly. Seeing her nod me onwards I decide to continue, in an edited frame of mind. "Have you ever had... darker ... fantasies?"

Katie raises an eyebrow at me. "Do you mean, do I have any fetishes, Harry?" She snorts in amusement. "We've never even been on a date, and here you are asking about my sexual preferences."

I look at her pointedly. "I'm asking as a friend. As a very confused friend."

"OK." She starts slowly. "Do you want to know them? Or ..."

"...No, I'm just wondering if other people have these... fucked up thoughts." I nearly whisper, my head lying on the table in front of me. "I think these things that I know are wrong, either legally or socially. But it's ... just... so hard to care at the moment."

Katie starts rubbing my hand softly and in a comforting manner, I notice. It feels... nice. "Harry, my dear troubled friend, quite a few people have messed up things like that. A great something or other aunt of mine a number of generations back was rather well known for ... something or other, I forget. But you get the point."

"Yeah, thanks Katie. I'm gonna go for a walk I think."

"You're welcome, Harry," Katie looks down at a small delicate watch on her wrist. "Almost curfew, you know. Be careful. Malfoy is out on patrol tonight, I think."

I nod gratefully as I walk away. The cool night air and Katie's words stir something. Maybe she doesn't know what I am, or what I have done. Maybe she only thought I was talking about something harmless. But in my now twisted and disturbed state, I somehow extract that she approves. This ... darker me ... buried deep down inside twists her words, filling my ears with a poison so vile, nothing can cure it. And now, no longer caring, I've released that bond that held this ... monster in place.

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Hands sliding calmly into my pockets I slink down the shadows of the hallways. I can feel my need to feed rising once more. It won't be satisfied quite as easily this time, I don't think. However, it matters little. I will feed it, and then slink back into the confines of my cage in the back of this mind. Hidden, trapped, suppressed until we can no longer take the abuse. But that is fine. Every time I am released, we merge. We become closer to one being. As it was in the beginning. As it will be in the end.

I slow when I notice shadows dancing ahead. Someone is walking, in my direction or away. I can't tell. Upon further study, I notice it is a female, slightly shorter than me, but roughly the same age. She has slightly long hair that bushes out. Damn, I think. Granger is ahead. For the moment wanting to avoid her at all costs, I slip down a passage that leads off into an abandoned classroom. Where the classroom is, I haven't a clue, only that it is there. There are far too many passages to keep track of, you know.

"Harry!" Someone exclaims as I slip out in my destination. I whirl about looking for the person, a female by the voice, but see only a vague darkened outline against a window. Blast these foul eyes of ours. If only magic could fix them, but alas, it cannot. I step closer to her, which helps reduce the glaring moonlight that obstructs my vision. A cold, cool smile tints my lips as I stare at her.

"Marietta, my dear," My voice is quiet and calm, and she shivers in fear. How delightful. She remembers. I have a hard time remembering sometimes. He doesn't like these things, my hungers. He suppresses them, and me, to the point that we are separate but the same. But I am stuck with his memory. If he doesn't remember, I do not either. "Didn't we discuss this before? How you are to address me, and all."

"I... I am sorry, M... master." She chokes out, hating the words as they spill forth.

"Better. But do not worry, my precious little one," I coo softly, running a hand across her cheek breezily. She shudders and resists the urge to pull away. Oh how delicious it is, that which you feed me, dear Marietta. "It will be easier in time. But that is neither here nor there." I ponder for a moment. One of my tormenters is beyond my reach, and he would fight harder for control should the second know who we are. A plan slowly formulates as I stare at Marietta. "I have a question, Edgecombe." She nods. "Where can I find a polyjuice potion in the school?"

Marietta ponders and ponders. He face scrunches up in concentration as she does. "Slughorn," She says very slowly. "He may have a few. People whisper he is helping the Order of the Phoenix. Those have to be helpful. But he would keep track of them."

My cold smile deepens. "That is fine. Come, you shall assist me tonight." Walking to the door, I fail to hear her footsteps. Looking back I find this is because she has yet to move. She is simply staring at me with a mixture of shock, reluctance, and, if I am not mistaken, anticipation. "Come." I command firmly in a voice that dares defiance. "Or would you like to serve as my entertainment tonight?"

"...N...no... no Master." She squeaks and hurries up behind me.

The decent into the dungeons is slow and quiet. Acquiring two polyjuice potions unnoticed will undoubtedly be most difficult. How can I get it? Perhaps I could send Marietta, I think glancing at her, to fetch them while I distract Slughorn. Yes, my thoughts hiss. That seems plausible. She can at least identify them.

"Master?" Marietta asks uncertainly. I glance at her, a silent command to continue. "What... what exactly... are we doing?"

"What I tell you to." I say simply. "We are going to get rid of an annoyance or two."

She nods slowly. "I see. Do... What am I doing then?"

I smirk slowly, continuing along the cold, empty passages slowly. "I haven't come to that point yet, my dear, but I assure you, you will enjoy it."

I stopped in front of the necessary door, looking down the hall both ways. One end is lined with doors while the other has nothing but a bend. If I remember correctly, that bend leads to the Slytherin common room. Hmm, what to do, what to do? Marietta shifts, nervously impatient next to me. It is getting on my nerves.

"Go grab two polyjuice potions from the labs," I tell her pointing at the door just beyond us. "Be quiet about it, and when you have them, meet me back here. But stay out of sight!" I hiss in a whisper. She nods before hurrying off.

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I silently slip into the door of the potions lab, closing it behind me softly as I can. It still gives a loud click, which makes me wince. Numerous cabinets line the walls surrounding me, with work benches scattered about the middle of the floor. Used, unclean, sticky cauldrons sit on several of the benches in the front of the room. Figuring that my desire would be kept away from the ingredients, I choose a tall, black cabinet in the back.

I wonder why I am doing this. I wonder why I left my dorm at all tonight. No, rather, I know why I left. I wanted to talk to someone. Professor Flitwick, perhaps, or maybe even Madam Pomphrey. Desire and lust are strange things I've decided. As are love and hate. I hate what has been done to me by Harry Potter, but I also lust for more. Why? Why would I long to be dominated and forced to be a servant of the flesh to a man who couldn't careless about me?

Pushing my ponderings aside, I slide the cabinet open and look in. Dreamless sleep, love potions, a potion that looks to be liquid gold; and numerous others line it. Deep in the back, I see my treasure. I grab two of the ones my master wanted, as well as a dreamless sleep potion for myself later in the night.

Gliding as silently as I can, which isn't all that silent, I find my master standing in the hallways shadows once more. He has a camera in his hand now. What he could possibly want with that, I wonder silently. Quietly, I hand him the potions I pilfered. The way he looks at me makes me think he knows I took more than I should have. It frightens me more than I already am.

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I wave a hand at her and silently move forward, stalking the halls. It is only just now curfew I suspect so I have a few hours to plan. He agrees with me, and was almost giddy about such a prospect. Suggestions flitted across my mind that he felt justified. They were so completely Gryffindor that it was a struggle not to laugh aloud. That will change, however, when we finally merge. Dozens of ideas flit across our mind but none seem satisfying. It will take weeks of planning to be perfect, but I am patient even if he is not. I will plan in the back of his mind, while he controls. When I must, I will bargain for control to gather information. I am proud, but know when I must set aside that pride for the Will.

A moan stops me in my place some time later. I look back and notice Marietta wasn't the culprit, if the look on her face was anything to go by. Again it resonated through the hall. A door, seven or so feet away, is cracked slightly. Slowly I move forward to investigate. Our only downside, I suspect, is that we are both nosey and too curious for our own good. It's a male's voice moaning, I notice, which is almost enough to drive me away.

Inside the room I notice, with his back to me, is who I suspect to be the Hufflepuff Zacharias Smith. Beneath him, with her mouth surrounding him; is a completely naked Daphne Greengrass. Surprise registers for a moment, before anger engulfs me once more. For numerous years this little bitch has felt the need to mock me, and now I can get my revenge. It is fitting, somehow, that I would find her with her hand in her muff, devouring a Hufflepuff greedily. Idly, I wonder if she is one of those girls who swallows. A grunt from Smith tells me I might just find out.

Daphne coughs, spitting out his seed, and shoving Smith backwards. "Smith, you absolute Centaur's twat," she growls angrily. "I warned you not to do that again, bastard," was the vicious snarl that came after as she wiped a bit that had dribbled down her chin when she spit.

"Come on," I can almost hear the smirk gracing his face. "You love it and you know it."

As Smith moves toward her I set the camera down outside the door and motion for Marietta to follow me. Drawing my wand, I whisper a stunning charm and send it at Smith. Daphne gives no warning, having not seen it, and Smith crumples to the ground. Daphne's eyes widen as he falls towards her. I look around the room quickly, trying to find a place to dispose of this lump, while keeping an eye on her.

"Expelliarmus!" Marietta says quickly. I look back in time to notice Daphne's wand fly from her hand and into Edgecombe's. Mayhaps I should pay a bit more attention to the buxom Slytherin, and stop underestimating her.

"Thank you, Marietta," My voice glides out smooth and calm as usual. "Now would you mind doing me the favour of placing him," I jab a finger at Smith, "Into a cabinet and locking it?" Marietta nods hesitantly and begins to levitate him.

"Potter," Greengrass growls out, hiding her bare flesh.

"Hufflepuffs, Daphne?" I ask, amusement ringing in my voice. "And a Hufflepuff that plays at being a dark wizard no less! For shame!"

She snorts as she grabs her robe and flings it around her front. "And your little Ravenclaw tart is any better? Now give me my wand and get out!"

"I think not," I whisper just loud enough for her to hear. "The fun is only starting. I wonder though," I muse aloud as I look back at Marietta securing the locks. "Have you fucked him yet?"

"That isn't your business, Gryffindor!" She growls.

"But it is," I say stroking her cheek. She jerks back instantly. "I don't like sloppy seconds, after all."

"Sloppy seconds?" Daphne asked with a raise eyebrow. "What makes you think I would give you any, let alone seconds?"

"A very valid point, Madam Greengrass," I drawl. "But another, even more valid point is; what makes you think you have a choice?"

Fear flashes across her face. "You're bluffing and I know it. You're Gryffindor's perfect little hero. You wouldn't dare."

I motion for Marietta to come closer. "I wouldn't? Marietta," I slowly turn my head to her, keeping my eyes on Daphne. "Daphne doesn't believe I would. What do you think, my little pet?"

"M... master... can and would do anything he likes," Marietta responded slowly.

The slight fear in her eyes now amplified a number of times over. Daphne now has the look of a caged animal. From experience, I know exactly how dangerous this can be. As I cautiously move forward, she lunges, nails outward as if they were claws. Unable to restrain her, I push her to one side as I dodge opposite. I am careful to keep myself between her and the door. A second attack comes just as quickly. Fuck, I mentally curse as she connects this time. My robes now have a tear in the arm, and blood trickles down slowly. A third, fourth, and fifth attack come, two missing and one connecting in nearly the same spot. The cuts on my forearm now cross like patchwork, and sting quite a bit. I growl audibly at her, and decide to take a hit in order to capture her.

With what I've decided is her last attack, she connects with my arms and my hands lock on her wrists. Quickly I throw a knee into her stomach. She coughs, and backs away, winded. As she turns to rest a hand on an old dusty teacher's desk, I grab her wrists again from behind this time and lock her arms firmly against her chest.

"H... Help..." She wheezes softly.

"Silence her," I growl at Marietta. She does so instantly. "Can you conjure a strong rope?"

"I... I think so."

I nod at her. "Do it then. Conjure a good length of it." She takes on a look of concentration before making a complex wand motion. On the desk in front of us, a two foot piece of white nylon rope appears. "Tie her wrists," I hold them out slightly. "Rather, don't. Just petrify her."

"Petrificus Totalus," She whispers and Daphne's body becomes rigid in that position.

As I move around front of Daphne, Marietta now keeping her upright, I notice tears now streak her face. It is quite red as well. I smile as I look at it, satisfied, and wipe a tear off and lick it. "This is such a pretty look on you, Daphne. I really must arrange it more often." She attempts a glare that doesn't quite meet frightening. I pick up the rope and bind it around her wrists. Having done so much gardening for the Dursley's I am confident I can make a knot she won't break. I ponder for a moment before conjuring another two larger pieces as well. Taking hold of her wrists, I finite Marietta's body bind and drag the struggling girl to the desk.

Now I am stuck with a problem, I think to myself as I glace at Edgecombe. She won't be able to sufficiently tie a knot, I suspect. How to hold the girl in place while I tie her down? An idea sparks as I continue looking at Marietta. I force Daphne to bend over the desk, and turn my head to Marietta. "Get over here and sit on her. I don't want her to move from this spot!" I hiss in a fierce whisper. Marietta complies, eager to avoid my anger. I can see Daphne labouring for breath with all of Marietta's weight pressing her chest into the desk. Ah well, she will merely have to suffer for the moment. While standing behind her, I tie one end of a long bit of rope to the leg of the desk. The rest of the rope is strung along the length of the desk, wrapped tightly around her ankles pulling them apart and bound to the opposite end of the desk. I give it a small tug and grunt in satisfaction when I feel it is good enough. The same is done with her wrists, save that the rope is threaded through her present bindings before being wrapped around and secured.

Marietta climbs down at my beckon and I watch Greengrass struggle with her bonds for some time, growing more pleased by the moment. "You know, Daphne, I am enjoying this so much that I feel I need something to remember it by." I tell her as I go to fetch the camera I borrowed from Slughorn. "Don't you think that's a brilliant idea, Mari?" I ask the girl trying to escape my attention.

"Ye... yes sir." She whispers. I frown at her. Really, I must teach the girl to stop stuttering around me some time. It is so annoying.

The door closed and locked, I add a imperturbable charm to it, as well as the cabinet. It wouldn't do well for Smith to awake and hear us, though I am confident he will be out for several hours. I also remove the silencing charm placed on Daphne. Sweet soft sobs emanate from her lips, and I take just a moment to listen to them. I am a sick twit, I know, and He doesn't hesitate to tell me at times like these. I hoist the camera up and snip a picture of he bare, visible, and slightly swollen lips. The camera instantly gives a photo, which I toss on an old, rickety student's desk.

Daphne gasps as the flash lights the room. "What are you doing?" Her voice is soft and hesitant. Shame is predominately ringing within it.

I bend down over her body and place my lips just behind her ear. "Collecting something to savoir the moment." I whisper to her. "I want to remember this." I make sure to press my lips into her flesh so that she can feel my smile. "I want you to remember this. To remember the moment I made you worthless to everyone."

"As if you could, Potter," Faux bravery shines in her voice, but the shame is still there. It still taints everything she says.

"But I can, you see. All I have to do," I whisper to her, touching her folds. She shivers as my finger runs up it and along her cheeks. I hum a pleased sound as she does so. "All I have to do, dearest Daphne, is show these pictures to Voldemort or your parents."

"No!" She gasps. "You can't!"

"I could. Maybe I can send a small note explaining your secret affair with a Hufflepuff as well." I smile down as I continue to stroke her round buttocks. "What would they think of you then? Not only are you fucking a Hufflepuff, but Harry Potter as well. Voldemort would kill you without question. I suspect your parents would disown their filthy blood traitor of a daughter as well." Her sobs deepen as I speak.

Backing away I cast my eyes over her body. I have only observed this specimen from His eyes. I want to see her with my own now. Her hair is black as my own, falling down over her face, hiding tearful cold grey eyes. She is petite, but has quite large breasts. A pity they are smashed down into the dust covered desk. Her skin is pale and unblemished, as would be expected of a pureblood princess. I smile delightedly as she shivers and struggles to get away from me.

With deliberate lethargy, I move to the front of the desk, Daphne now looking down at my feet. I force her head up with one hand and admire her tear streaked face. Her grey eyes are nearly glowing with anger, hate, and shame. There is no mistaking the lack of longing or desire in them. I smirk down at her. "Smile big for the camera now."

Flash.

The picture is tossed onto the desk next to her. "Now, Daph, let me see if I recall our earlier meeting." I keep the same calm and cool voice I have always had. His voice grates my nerves. So full of emotion. I shudder at the thought. "Didn't you say I had a small penis?" No answer is given. My smile fades ever so slightly. I squeeze my hand just a bit tighter, and she grunts softly in pain. "Am I correct?"

"Yes." Her answer is distorted due to the grip I have, which I now release.

Letting her go, I allow her head to slump as I kneel down next to her and place my lips on her ear. "You might as well cooperate, you know." I whisper. "You're already tainted for life. Be nice and you'll feel so good when I'm done."

"Shut up," She whispers, moving her head away.

I rest a hand on her cheek and pull it back against my lips. "But it's true and you know it. Your parents, your friends, the dark lord, his death eaters; they will all be after your blood once they find out."

"It's not true," She whispers desperately. "They won't."

"They will and you know it." I ponder a minute as a stray thought from some time ago catches my mind. He might not pay attention to whispers in the dark, but those are my play things. He remembers but ignores them. I remember and analyze them. Even the smallest, most worthless bits of information can be helpful. "Your parents hate the Smith family, after all. No good nasty blood traitors that they are. Voldemort will, too. He is, after all, the head of your pureblood foolishness."

"No," She whispers, her eyes clenched shut.

"Your friends will look down on you for falling low enough to sleep with a Hufflepuff."

"Stop, please!" She begs. It is a pleasing sound to me.

"You are worthless now." I stand and walk back behind her, looking at Marietta. "Are you ready to assist me now?" As an after thought, I add, "And please stop stuttering about. It is ever so bothersome."

Marietta nods, "Yes, master. I'm ready."

"Good," I say in a gentle purr. Marietta shivers lightly. I wonder if she enjoys all of this. No matter, it is unimportant. "I want you to lick Daphne's muff for me."

"I ...' Marietta blushes a deep crimson color. "I can't do that. I'm not..."

I shrug at her, "It doesn't matter if you have a preference towards men or women. I commanded and you will obey. Now," firmness joins the usual quiet quality of my voice.

Slowly and hesitantly, she complies with my demands. Kneeling, she gently rests her hands on Daphne's globes, as Daphne squeaks and vainly tries to pull away. With her thumbs, Marietta spreads her lips and presses her tongue into them. The angle being just right, I snap a picture of it. Marietta looks at me surprised but continues what she was doing when I give her a firm look. Daphne moans through her bitten lips, obviously trying to keep it in. Mari gets into it after several minutes and gives Daphne quite the coating of saliva, Daphne fighting moans all the while. When she accidentally hits the clit, Daphne isn't able to contain the moaning scream that comes out. I grow bored with simply spectating soon, and decide to play with Marietta a bit since she will largely be ignored soon.

I kneel behind her, and slide my hand underneath her skirt. Pressing a finger against her clit, I whisper to her, "That's my good little slave. Obey and I'll reward you very well." I rub her gently and she moans into Daphne's crevice. "That's a good girl, now suck her clit." A slight wet smacking sound tells me she has, and it repeats several times before she begins to push her tongue into her partner, thumbing her clit fiercely. I give my little slave the same treatment, increasing the speed I massage her. While Daphne is still stubbornly fighting to remain soundless, Marietta has no qualms about it and is moaning openly into Daphne. Fluid leaks from Daphne soon, running down her thighs and her head slumps, and soon after from Marietta herself. At the end I have seven new pictures of the sweat and cum soaked Daphne, a mixture of pictures with and without Marietta.

"Take off your panties, Mari, my sweet." She does so without hesitation this time. Understandable, I muse, since I wouldn't be in a hurry to wear my own fluids either. Gently taking her hand, I lead her to the front of Daphne. Grabbing a fist of black, I lift my prisoner's head and address Marietta. "Lift your skirt and show her your wet cunt." Greengrass' cold grey eyes fill with disgust as they gaze upon the reddish blonde of one of her tormenters. With my free hand I push Mari closer. "Marietta was nice enough to entertain you, Daphne. Why don't you return the favour?"

"No," she says defiantly.

"Hmm," I hum at her. "You'll suck a Hufflepuffs cock, but won't even repay another woman's kindness? What a bitch you are. Its no wonder your parents hate you." I shake my head. "Do it, Daph, or I'll just go floo up your parents and give them those lovely pictures." I smirk again at the emotions welling in her grey eyes. "Imagine their disgust when they find out. Not just a Hufflepuff and a halfbood Potter, but you're a dirty little lesbian too."

"They won't believe you," She says, nowhere near convincingly.

"They don't have to, dearest." I tell her showing her a photo. It was far enough away to see clearly that it was her, but not close enough to notice the ropes. "They can see it for their own eyes."

Her eyes clench shut again, and she whispers things to herself I can't make out. I press on, voice always calm, always even. "Who knows, maybe they'll save you the humiliation of your friends finding out you were lusting after them. Maybe they'll just disown and kill you themselves."

"No..."

"Maybe I'll skip giving them to your parents. Maybe I'll just give them to Tracey..."

"Don't... Please don't..."

"I wonder if she'll figure out you were watching her in the showers. That you touch yourself at night while imagining her tongue running all over your body."

"She wouldn't believe..."

"Maybe," I answer with a shrug. "But she can see it right here. You have a cunt full of a woman's tongue. It's all she needs. She would hate you. Maybe enough to tell your parents and the Dark Lord."

I press Marietta against her mouth, and for nearly a minute, Daphne does nothing. When I open my mouth to threaten her again, Marietta lets out a groaning moan. Her head stays attached to Mari as I release her and she doesn't even look up as I snap photo after photo. "Hmm," I hum contentedly. "Is she good, Mari?"

"Wonderful," she breathes as an answer. "Yessss," Mari hisses, "I'm coming." Daphne's face glistens with fluid when Edgecombe pulls away.

"Mari attests to your skill," I sat as I examine several photos. "And I can see you are very good at it. I have to wonder though, have you done this before?" Daphne refuses to look at anything but the floor when I ask. "Oh, you have! Tremendous! You simply must tell us."

"I..." She begins but soon locks her lips together. It is apparent she is humiliated at the experience.

"Come now, Daphne," a false tone of comfort and caring radiate from my voice. "It's best you tell someone if someone has raped you." I smile kindly down at her, my eyes no doubt glinting darkly. "You can trust us. We won't tell anyone."

"I've... I've done it with younger years." She confessed with humiliation and embarrassment written all over her. "The naive first and second years do whatever the older house members tell them. I make them lick me while I lick them."

"Oh, very interesting," I mused aloud "So you do enjoy men and women. And what a filthy way to express it, raping first and second years." She hangs her head shamefully. "I suppose you know you deserve this then, don't you?" She says nothing, staring at something only she can see. Her eyes no longer hold emotions. They are deadened and dulled.

"Now, you filthy perverted worthless bitch," I say affectionately to her as I hand the camera to Mari. "You are going to swallow every ounce of punishment I give you, and beg for more when I finish." I slide my cock from my pants and push it against her lips. Slight hesitation flashes across her face before she swallows it to the base.

Flash.

I glance at Mari. She has the camera in one hand and her muff in the other. Her rubbing matches my thrusting. I groan and lean my head back as her tongue twirls round my head. From lack of experience I can't tell if she is very good, but I know that this is a work of pleasure I enjoy far too much for my own good. I let out another vociferous groan as her teeth drag ever so gently across my shaft. It creates a slight sense of pain that brings an unexpected pleasure to it. I absently notice several more flashes and Mari increasing her own speed as I thrust faster and faster into Daphne's mouth. I can feel my inevitable orgasm approaching and feel devilish at the moment. I smirk down at her, remembering her objection to Smith. "Mmmm, so you don't like to swallow. I've got a solution for you then." I free myself from her mouth and with a few quick strokes and beyond my boiling point. My seed is sprayed forward, coating her face generously.

"Thank you," She murmurs, humiliation written across her features.

"Oh?" I question raising a surprised eyebrow. "You enjoyed that did you?" I smirk at her, and call Mari to me without waiting for an answer. "Look at me," I command Greengrass, and to my satisfaction, she does. I snap a picture and she doesn't even blink this time. I chuckle slightly. "Good girl," I purr.

I set the camera down and walk behind her, placing a hand on her soft bum. Eagerly, she arches into it. "Not yet dearest," I coo at her. "We can't have you looking a mess in the photos, can we? Mari," I call, and she looks at me. "Why don't you ... clean... her up a bit, hmm?"

She looks at Daphne curiously before looking around. "How?"

Dense girl, I think. "You have a tongue. Put it to use."

"Yes, sire." She answers with a shudder of disgust.

I stroke a finger up Daphne's slit as Mari gets to work licking her face clean. She shudders under my hands when I press harder and began to masturbate her to climax. Of course, I have no intention of allowing her release yet, but that isn't the point. Mari, feeling left out I suppose, begins stroking herself as well. Soon their moans fall into tandem and Mari, becoming bolder, captures Daphne's lips. It is a rather attractive scene I have to admit. I can see her shiver when her climax approaches and I abruptly stop, causing a sob to fall from her mouth.

"Do you want more, Daphne dearest?"

"Please," she begs.

"Please what?" I egg.

"Please ... Give me more." Her voice sounds desperate as she pleads.

"Give you more what, Daphne? Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me, please." She casts her eyes over her shoulder. They are twisted now. A sickening sense of loyalty shines in them and desperate desire its companion. "Please shove your big cock inside of my pussy."

"Oh, but weren't you worried about being tainted by a halfie not long ago, dearest?"

"I am already tainted." She echoes my words. "I'm just a sickening pervert. I'm just a worthless little whore who needs it. Please! It hurts! Give it to me! Take me!" Her voice is hysterical as she pleads for it. Marietta looks at her in shock as she begs and pleads.

"Do you promise to behave?" She nods wildly, rambling on still. "Very well, Marietta, remove the binds on her hands." I tell the blonde as I position myself behind the raven haired Slytherin. A flick of her wand and my own removes her binds completely.

Her hand slides under her body and grasps a hold of me as soon I am in her reach, guiding me into her. She is warm, wet, and slightly tight around me. I groan at the feeling of pleasure it gives to slowly slide into her while she tries vainly to push against my hand to drive me in farther. Her hand moves to her clit as I stop and enjoy the feel of her warmth. After a moment though, I feel the longing and lust as well. A slow steady rhythm turns to hard and rough as I pound against her with everything I have. Moans, grunts and screams come from the small girl beneath me. In front of the desk I can see Marietta snapping photos and fervently masturbating. It is erotic, really. The sounds of my shaft sliding in and out of Daphne's sweat and cum soaked slit, Marietta's skirt hiked up to her waist, her hand buried in her muff. It is enough to heighten the pleasure I feel. Combined with the little raven's slit suddenly squeezing with twice the force of normal, I can't hold myself any longer. I yank myself out in time to spray a last load on her exposed lips and ass.

"Master," Daphne pants as she falls to the floor and rests herself against my leg.

I glare down at her and shove her away with a shake of my leg. "Do you really think I want a worthless tart like you as my slave? You aren't good enough for such a thing." Her eyes tear slightly and I smirk. "I have yet to see a use for you and I have no need of useless trinkets."

"But... but please!" she begs. "I can be useful! I swear I can! Please don't abandon me, Master." She sobs.

I am about to send a scathing comment when a thought occurs. She could be of some use. I have no other means to complete the plans I have been running through my head, and she just might have some use in that department.

"Alright," I say slowly. "I will give you one chance." She beams at me in pride. "You will complete a task for me. If, and only if, you complete it successfully, will I grant you the honour of wearing my mark. If you fail, however," I glare down at her. "I'll simply obliviate you and you'll go back to being a broken worthless whore for the Hufflepuffs."

"Thank you, master," She beamed, grabbing my hand and placing several kisses upon it. "What, master? What must I do?"

"I need several hairs from both Malfoy and one of the other Slytherins. Someone he associates with. Parkinson, for example." I state thoughtfully. "Give me them by the end of the week and you pass this little test. Fail," I glance at the cabinet the still magically unconscious Smith rests in. "And you go back to swallowing for filth."

"Of course, Master."

Gathering the various photos and beckoning to Marietta, we leave the Slytherin to gather her things and leave. She is ordered to remove the imperturbable charms from the door and cabinet but to leave the cabinet locked and Smith to wake himself in the four hours it will take.

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Notes:
Thanks again Silent for all your hard work, especially with this very long chapter. You are the most wonderfulest beta ever! Thanks to Syaoran, LT2000, Xiph0, and everyone else who tossed ideas and allowed me to toss ideas at them to perfect all I've done.

Edit: 05-27-06