Draco returned to the Slytherin common room. He felt stupid for letting the tears fall from his face in front of everyone.
'Why was she sitting with him? Was she threatened?'
His two fiancées were chatting in the common room and he walked past them. Had he been paying any more attention, he would have noticed that their mood was happier than usual, as if they had witnessed something that made their day.
He walked quickly into his private room.
He sat on his bed and went over everything that had just happened. From Dumbledore playing with him to his sister spending time with the enemy.
"Why?" The question churned in his stomach.
He began to imagine scenarios where his sister was in Harley's place.
"No, that's not it," he dismissed the thought. Cass would never allow an inferior being to lay a hand on her. 'He's not so inferior anymore,' he thought. The truth he had denied hit him hard. Altair was strong. His eyes were demonic.
He held his head in his hands.
He took deep breaths to stay calm as he began to meditate. He gained control of his emotions through Occlumency. Dumbledore had shaken him to the core. That could be why Altair had frightened him so much.
'Damn.'
He lay down on the bed. Sleep came quickly, exhaustion taking its toll.
In his dreams he saw his sister being subdued by Altair, being used in grotesque ways. More than a dream, it was a nightmare. His delicate and beautiful sister being abused in such a way.
When he awoke, he was sweating and his throat was dry, with an erection that made his movements uncomfortable. He drank water from a jug he always kept in his room.
He checked his W-phone. He had two important new messages, one from his mother, the other from Cass.
He opened the second message quickly. The dream had made him uneasy.
Cass:
[Video]
I'm sorry.
The cover alone was enough.
The position, the expression. He could recognise Altair's hand holding her, there were few people in the castle with such muscular hands.
There were no tears in his eyes. He opened the video in shock.
"Send your little brother a message."
"Draco... you shouldn't have done that. Now I have to pay for your mistake," he heard his sister's voice over the rhythmic sound of Altair's thrusts.
"You talk like you hate this," Altair's mocking voice made his hair stand on end.
"No, Morgana! I love it," Draco could barely bear to hear her. "Harder, I'm close. Yes! Fuck, yes!" He watched her face contort as she screamed. Even in that state, she still looked beautiful to him.
He watched as his perverted cousin entered his sister's anus. She took it easily, as if it wasn't the first time. The blonde expected to hear complaints or cries of pain, but no, he only heard moans of pleasure.
The rest of the video showed his sister making out with another girl.
Draco watched as she was forced to kiss another woman's private parts. It was the height of depravity. He watched the video in detail, 'not out of morbid curiosity,' he told himself. He wanted to know who the other person was so that he could take revenge in the future.
The image of her face was blurred and her voice unrecognisable.
The more he watched the video, the more his sister seemed to fall into a spiral of lust and depravity.
"Merlin," he thought as he watched his sister convulse. Her arms and legs were shaking horribly.
He felt his chest sink with disappointment as she threw herself at the other girl's privates.
Cass's tongue seemed divine as the girl writhed in pleasure.
Draco didn't understand why his sister stuck out her tongue when the girl started to urinate.
He looked at his sister's white eyes and her wild expression. He didn't recognise this person.
The last image was Altair's cock coming out of his sister. He saw a white liquid coming out.
'She's not Cass. Maybe they used polyjuice. Yeah,' he thought. 'How did they send the video from her W-phone?' he stopped thinking. 'They must have stolen it,' he found ways to continue denying reality.
He looked down at his crotch, a small stain was spreading, he could feel moisture on his penis.
With his hand he took some of the liquid that was coming out of his member, it was transparent white. He compared it to Altair's, which seemed more viscous and abundant.
Suddenly he felt inferior. Both the sperm and his member were inferior to his cousin's.
He shook his head.
'That size must hurt girls. Small is best... in the end, it's just to make heirs. Nothing more,' he consoled himself.
His hand gripped his penis. With a little fear, he began to masturbate for the first time in his life.
'She's not my sister, she's not my sister,' he sang in his head. Still, he cum when he thought of Cass's contorted face of pleasure.
He should have erased the video. It wouldn't be good if someone found it.
But he hadn't. Maybe in the future he would need proof of his sister's abuse.
Right?
He sunk so low that he started watching the video over and over again, trying to find every possible detail. The fact that he was masturbating was ignored by his mind, as if it hadn't happened.
Draco didn't come out for lunch or dinner. In the end, he didn't look at his mother's message until the next day.
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"That was... satisfying," the blonde girl said. "Although embarrassing for us, since we're connected to him."
"For now, Daphne, for now," Lyra said with a small, genuine smile.
She had always hated her fiancé. He had always picked on her and her brother. He was full of himself and had no reason to be.
He was no better than her in any way, except that he had parents who spoiled him.
But she learned at a young age to keep quiet and bow her head. That way she would suffer less. She chose to hide in submission until the time was right. That's why she temporarily abandoned her brother.
Her brother didn't learn. He didn't have to pretend to be submissive; he was subjugated. He was broken.
Lyra felt a mixture of disappointment and sadness.
She loved her brother.
But he was too weak, too clumsy for the world.
'He was.'
"Are you thinking of Altair?" the Greengrass girl asked.
"Yes." They had been best friends ever since they were both engaged to the same idiot. They worked together to plot against the Malfoys, their original plan was to marry Draco, have a child each and then kill him. Make him disappear in an unfortunate accident. "He's been making things interesting lately," she said as she closed her eyes.
"He's changed. For the better, though I don't like it," the blonde replied, her lips pressed together.
It bothered her to think of Altair sleeping with every witch that crossed his path. She massaged her temples. The video of Harley had turned her stomach; her day would have been ruined if she hadn't seen Malfoy making a fool of himself.
"I'm surprised you're still in love with him after all this time," Lyra said.
"I'm not in love. It's... different." She had been when they were children. He was a breath of fresh wind in the polluted Pureblood air. He wasn't arrogant or conceited.
Those childhood feelings faded with time. She couldn't say she was in love with him anymore. But she still thought of him as hers, in a way. After killing Malfoy and becoming a widow, she planned to bring him to her side. A submissive man.
At first, she would punish him for being weak, for not being able to stop her being handed over to Draco. It was childish resentment; no child would be able to stand up to the Malfoy family.
"Do you think he thinks of you as you think of him?"
"Without a doubt," Daphne was coveted by everyone, Altair would be no exception. Even his girlfriend, Lavender, seemed like a lesser version of her. More vulgar and less refined. "Maybe... we don't have to do anything to Malfoy. With Altair after Narcissa and Cassiopeia, he might be able to take down the Malfoys," she said with a glimmer of hope.
"I doubt it," Lyra said suddenly. "He's changed. He's become stronger and more confident. But he's still a child. A child who doesn't know what to do with his power." She didn't despise him, but she didn't have much hope for him either. Politics had not been part of his education.
She thought of the moment when he had provoked Snape, one of the best Death Eaters of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. She felt sick at the thought of her brother being almost killed by that man.
They were both silent for a moment. Lyra turned her thoughts to her tool, Cassiopeia. She hadn't communicated with her since the day before, right after she had blocked her memories.
She had used hypnotic magic from the Lestrange family to play with her cousin. Over the years, she had implanted thoughts of loyalty into her. Until, at a certain point, she had her eating out of her hand.
When Cassiopeia received Altair's message, she immediately informed Lyra. Lyra ordered her to meet him and reluctantly become his lover. To make it more realistic, she blocked certain memories of herself.
"And now you wonder why Cassiopeia hasn't come back to you," Daphne said with a cold smile.
"Sometimes I wonder if you can read my thoughts."
"Maybe I am," she said. "Do you think Altair has changed her?" Lyra closed her eyes.
She knew Altair's true identity. A half-demon.
"I doubt it. He was an inexperienced half-demon. It was only recently that he began to gain power. I've been cultivating her for years. He wouldn't be able to break it in one night."
"Perhaps he led her down the path of corruption until she forgot herself. He certainly has the tools. One I know well, one that you also know well."
"I don't. You shouldn't have used polyjuice that time," she said with a hint of resentment.
"If I had done it with my true appearance, he might have thrown it in the faces of the Malfoys and put himself in danger," she replied simply. "No one would dare say their sister gave them a hand job without fear of being labelled a pervert," Lyra rolled her eyes at her words.
"That wasn't the solution."
"But it worked out pretty well. I can remeber how much he cummed"
"Now he must think I'm a pervert."
"You are."
"I didn't lead myself according to my desires," she replied bluntly.
"Still..." Daphne said. "I always wanted to share him with you, you know?" she said sincerely. "Now it looks like I have to share it with ten other bitches. I should kill them all, starting with that busty cow," she said, as if she didn't have to use spells to hide her cleavage.
"Are you jealous?" She ignored the part where Daphne wanted to share him with her.
"Not at all."
"We'll have to change our plans. Include Altair, but first we have to wait for Cassiopeia to report back," Lyra ignored her.
"Unless she has become completely loyal to him," she said indifferently. "Are you planning to use Altair as a tool?" she asked with some uncertainty.
"It's better that way. He won't achieve anything on his own. He's like a gun without a sight, he wouldn't know where to shoot the Malfoys." the black-haired girl replied.
"Muggle reference?" asked Daphne. "Altair would have understood."
Both girls had a fondness for Altair, even if they could not trust his abilities. From their point of view, he had always been oppressed. He hadn't been raised in the right way.
"Shit!" Lyra cursed aloud as she read a message from her aunt. Her frown deepened with each word she read.
"Don't swear so much. What's going on?" Daphne raised an eyebrow as she asked.
"Lucius was poisoned. He practically turned into a squib," she whispered.
There was a tense silence until Daphne burst out laughing. Lyra looked at her as if she were a stranger. Daphne used to giggled modestly; Lyra had never heard her laugh like that before.
"Daph?" she asked in amazement.
"Isn't it wonderful?" she said, still laughing. "Altair has brought down the Malfoy patriarch."
Lyra's eyes widened in surprise.
Perhaps her brother would defy all her expectations.