Thread: After the End (Harry Potter, KC and Googl)

Her remembering what he had her write on a wall of the school was an annoyance to him, he had only glimpsed that moment and as his features returned to how they really appeared he had to work to mask his annoyance from her for a moment, it hardly showed for even a second but perhaps she was perceptive enough to notice what he really felt there. He was ready to lie though, not much challenge there, she had fallen to his lies easily enough when she was young and he suspected that she might not be any harder to fool now. With an easy smile he looked into her eyes, even with his twisted appearance some of the charm of Tom Riddle still remaining for her to see. Really Ginevra, do you think I intended to kill you. You poured your heart out to me, you gave me strength. What I had you write was only there to lure Potter down into the Chamber where he could be, dealt with. Everything that I offered you, everything that I can still give you was only opposed by him in the end and be removing him early on then nothing could have stopped me. He searched his brain for a moment on how to show her just what he was thinking, how to push things into her mind that he wanted her to think. With a wave of his wand he conjured a mirror between them, facing her so that she could see herself in it. In appearance it was similar to the Mirror of Erised, it even was charmed to show something different then what was before it but rather then show the hearts desires it would show her what he wanted her too see. If she were to look into the mirror right then she would see herself, not clad in the modest undergarments that she had put on but instead in lingerie of black silk and lace, behind her a poster for her favorite Quidditch team, the Holyhead Harpies with her in the uniform of captain... in a way he was showing her what her childhood dreams had been. He expected the mirror to enchant her, to keep her occupied as he moved around behind her, pressing against her, allowing her to feel that indeed he was a man in his desires and a gifted one at that... And in the reflection of the mirror he stood behind her, hands on her hips and as his lips brushed over her neck the image in the mirror did the same, only instead of the twisted facade he now wore it was Tom Riddle in the mirror. If Potter really wanted you then he would have had you at the earliest opportunity Ginevra. He whispered softly too her. I suspect that you practically threw yourself at him only to have him turn you aside. It wouldn't have taken long too show you how much he truly cared for you, couldn't he have spared a few hours? He hadn't glimpsed that in her memories but it was an immensely educated guess on his own part. If I wanted to make you offer yourself to me it would be simplicity itself Ginevra, any number of spells could force you to your knees and have you beg me for, and it would take no effort at all to slip a little potion into your food and water that will make your body burn and ache for my touch. I might just do that so that you understand the power that I have over you... but I will not take your virginity, I will not fuck you properly until you beg me for it, without any magical coercion. It would take more time that way, but with a potion he would be able to ensure that she dealt with his needs. A little bit of infatuation potion to get her on her knees begging to service him would do a world of good. He held her there for a little while as the mirror before her showed more then what was happening, in that image she was responding to the touches of Tom Riddle, turning to press her lips against his, slowly kneeling to unzip his pants and freeing his member, and Voldemort used a hand on her throat to force her to keep her eyes on the entire thing as he kept pressed against her, forcing her to watch as an image of her serviced him with every sign of enjoyment, practically worshiping him with her mouth. It was only when the little show came to an end, her mirror self having her face covered in his seed that the mirror vanished and Voldemort released her. In the hall you will find a house elf to escort you to your room, any food or drink that you need will be brought to you. However they have been instructed not to do anything for you beyond that, you will not be permitted to leave that room without a Death Eater escort and even then only to be brought to me... However I see no reason for you to be treated poorly, you will be well cared for while you are here. Meaningless cruelty would get him no where with Ginny, he would find a way to torment her soon enough but there would be a point to everything that he did to her, he didn't want a mindless fool, he wanted to corrupt her, to more easily remove the fragment of his soul within Potter and to have his own consort to entertain him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Draco really was enjoying seeing her in this state, though most thought of him only as the spoiled son of Lucius Malfoy who got by on the family money he was one of the top students at the school, the second highest scores in fact in just about every subject. His family had massively high standards for the ones who would be the heir one day... and for him to be second to a mudblood was unforgivable in their eyes. To have that same mudblood now humbled before him, ready to sink to her knees was of course exciting to him, as was the thought of what he would have her do for him, make her degrade herself for even the smallest possible creature comforts. She was the first of many and he intended to keep her when it was all said and done. Of course there would be a pure blooded marriage in his future, he knew that Pansy had hopes... but he would turn Granger into his personal toy, to use and abuse however he might enjoy... and as she sank down to her knees he was about ready to gloat about just how easy it had all been, to mock her for how weak willed she was. Then there was pain, blinding pain that started in his balls and settled in the pit of his stomach as he collapsed. He had been arrogant, he had let her catch him off guard, but if she thought it would be this easy then she had underestimated him and he would make her pay for that. He felt her search him for his wand, and finding nothing she tried the key only to find just how nasty the enchantment on it really was... even through clothing or thick gloves it would still cause intense pain to anyone who tried to make use of it without being a Malfoy. The tie around his throat though was unexpected, she was a nasty bitch who knew how to fight dirty and was foolish enough to think that she would be escaping the manor. The moment he felt something moving around his neck Draco reacted, he had almost perfect reflexes from years of Quidditch, well honed and on instinct his left arm shot up beside his face, stopping the tie from completely choking him with his wrist which was soon pinned against his neck, an uncomfortable but better then the alternative, just as having her choke him to death in this room was better then letting her escape and being murdered by the dark lord in the most painful way possible. Maybe she expected him to cower and give up but that was the old Draco, before he had brought about the death of Dumbledore, allowed Hogwarts to be invaded... he was a new man now. He rose as she pulled him to his feet, it was better then being dragged along and gave him a moment to think, he was having trouble breathing right then but wasn't quite blacking out yet. Slowly as she pushed him to the door he made his way towards it. Need... to... get... key... He gasped the words, playing up the trouble he was in more then the truth of the matter, true it wasn't easy but he wanted to let her think that he was still a weak little coward. It was with exaggerated slowness that he reached for the chain that the key hung on only to move quickly once he had it within his hands, Quidditch required a lot more fitness then a mudblood who never played it would understand, he might look thin but his body had almost no fat at all, all of it was wiry muscle and that muscle was put to good use as he reached behind himself and pressed the key against her face and as the shock of the pain hit her he threw himself forward, throwing her over his back and to the floor. And no time was wasted from there, he capitalized on the opportunity and was soon pinning her down, sitting astride her body and pinning her arms down with his knees. Now he was pissed, his normally perfectly groomed hair askew and anger blazing in his eyes, how dare she think that she could over come him so easily... You fucking mudblood whore. He growled at her as he wrapped his hands around her throat and squeezed tight. You have no idea the pain that I will inflict upon you, I will make you beg me for death, I will leave you more broken then Longbottom's parents. He knew he might kill her and for a moment he was ready too, the rage in his eyes more then happy to snuff out her life... but no, to kill her would be as bad as letting her escape. With a sneer upon his face he spit down at her, pleased to see it land right between her eyes before he released her throat, the back of his hand striking across her face before he stood, slowly straightening his clothing before the rage over took him once more and his foot slammed into her side with a vicious kick, again and then a third time before he was feeling satisfied at the pain he had caused her. I think I was too nice to you. He sneered at her, ignoring any sounds of pain issuing from her. Reaching down he took hold of her shirt and ripped it open, buttons snapping easily. A filthy little whore like you doesn't need any clothing at all, so I should just take it all away from you. Quickly he began to strip her, tearing the clothing apart and lashing out at her with a nasty blow every time she tried to move or resist him, until he had torn away every scrap of clothing that she wore. Normally he would take time to leer at her body but he was far to angry for that right now, this was all about putting her in her place. Now, breathing heavily he stood over her, looking down at her bruised and naked form, feeling quite pleased with himself. You can have clothing again when you are feeling a little more civil. He sneered at her, smoothing his hair down a little bit. And I think that two meals a day will suit you for now. She would be a little more agreeable when she was half starved,