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Two pale figures met, deep in the thick of the forest. Shadows danced over their bodies as they moved together, stripping down to just luminescent, flawless skin. If you happened upon them you might suspect something ethereal, otherworldly; something nefarious and not quite human. Too perfect, perhaps, to be human. They knelt in an open grove, upon a large, flat rock that was said to be so steeped in ancient magic that it wafted off the stone in hypnotizing ripples. It was rumored to make witches and wizards go mad, shredding their own skin from their bones and howling at the moon like feral creatures.
Fortunately, Draco and Pansy felt as if they’d already gone mad.
Pansy carved a name into a thick, black candle and set fire to its base, melting the wax enough to adhere the candle securely to the stone beneath them. She held one long dark strand of hair over the candle and lit the wick with a flick of her wrist. The hair burned away to nothing in seconds and Draco let out a deep sigh of relief, as if an enormous weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.
Pansy looked up at the moon with a wide, jovial smile, “Come here, Draco,” she held her arms out to him and he hurried close to her, pulling her gently into his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held his head to her breast, “Breathe with me and repeat the incantation.”
He nodded against her and slowed his breaths, syncing the rise and fall of his chest with hers until they pulsed together as one. She spoke in a low, passionate tone as she chanted, he joined her, filling the grove with the haunting drone of their voices. The stone grew warm against his skin and he held her tighter to him.
“There’s no going back from this, Draco.”
“Good.”
He held her waist, lifting her just enough to line his throbbing cock up and pull her firmly down onto it. She kissed him and he whined into her mouth as he filled her. They resumed chanting, lips brushing as they gasped and stole each other's words and breath.
“The keeper of my soul, my body, my being. I am yours to break and bleed. In the name of the ancient gods, in the name of the blood that stains the earth at my feet, in the name of the magic that burns through my veins, I am beholden to you in this life and the next. Death will not part us, death will bind us,”
Draco looked at the broken, unmoving heap that lay on the far end of the rock. Blood carved through stone, winding and twisting as it slowly made its way to where they were joined. The second he felt the blood touch his skin, it sizzled in an exhilarating way that made him feel more alive than he had in years.
He held Pansy by the waist, raising and lowering her, impaling her on his cock over and over as Amycus Carrow’s blood smeared over Draco’s legs and Pansy’s feet. Pansy yelped, feeling the jolting sensation from the blood as well. The blood of the unsuspecting, the betrayed. Amycus had met with Draco as an ally, as a death eater seeking to escape persecution. Draco had the knife deep in his belly before he could even process what had happened. Death will bind us. This death.
The Aurors would be raiding Malfoy Manor any moment. They would find the knife coated in Amycus’ blood. Tomorrow they would find the body, wrapped in one of his father’s favorite cloaks. Theo and Millie would testify that he and Pansy had been in their parlor all evening getting pissed on gin and playing cards. They even had the false memories to prove it, not that Draco expected them to be necessary.
“Draco,” Pansy whimpered and he snapped his eyes to hers, feeling her gaze burrow into his very soul the way it always did. She was his, she’d always been his. Their entire lives she had been his. Those who tried to part them would pay, in blood, in ash and in pain.