Speak of the Devil

Chapter 4

Lucius Malfoy and his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle had to duck out of Diagon Alley in an emergency. Some piece of filth had dared to start hurling Blood-Boiling Curses at them as they patrolled the darkened streets looking for the man named Harry Potter. Lucius couldn’t believe that they would even dare do something like that. ‘It’s because the Dark Lord was humiliated and no longer shows himself in public. The sheep are losing their fear of the wolves,’ he winced.

“What are we going to do?” Crabbe grunted. His face was all sweaty behind the silver mask, and he desperately wanted to take it off.

“Dunno,” Goyle answered with a sniff. Muggles walked up and down the sidewalk, casting them a confused glance. “The Dark Lord won’t be happy if we don’t find him though …” he added. They all knew that was one hundred percent true, and there was no telling what their punishments might be. No doubt it would be something horrendous. The Dark Lord’s grip on his sanity was beginning to loosen. All his Death Eaters could see it, and none wanted to be around him any longer than necessary. Lucius was just about to suggest going to Hogsmeade to look when Crabbe opened his mouth.

“Hey! Isn’t that your wife?” he asked, smacking Lucius’s arm with his elbow.

“I think it is,” Goyle said, lifting his mask to get a better look. He whistled appreciatively. “What’s she all dressed up for?”

Making a mental note to hex Goyle later, Lucius focused on the person that Crabbe was pointing at across the street. Sure enough, it was his wife, Narcissa. He could see her beautiful face lit up by the various neon signs and globe lamps peppered along Charing Cross Road. Her long, blonde hair bounced with every confident step that she took. Her face was fully done up with makeup, and he could see the streetlights glinting off of her large, gold, hooped earrings. There wasn’t much covering her slim body, only a short cocktail dress that ended mid-thigh and was very low cut. The only thing covering her shoulders was the thin spaghetti straps that were holding up her dress. The dress must have been made out of sequins or something, Lucius thought. Her entire dress was glittering like a golden disco ball as she moved in and out of the streetlights. On her feet were five-inch stiletto heels that made her legs look longer than they were. Though the heels were dangerous looking, she strode with utter confidence. As she passed muggle men moving in the opposite direction, almost all stopped and looked back with open mouths. Narcissa was dressed to kill, Lucius realized.

“What the bloody hell is she doing in muggle London?” Lucius asked himself quietly.

“Dressed like that? There can only be one thing,” Goyle snickered, quickly followed by Crabbe. Lucius rankled under their laughter, however, the thought did  cross his mind. What other explanation was there other than she was going out to see a man?

“And with a muggle to boot!” Crabbe happily guffawed. Lucius hit his friend with a vicious glare, one that instantly shut them both up. “Why don’t we follow her?” Crabbe added uncomfortably.

“Let’s go!” Lucius hissed and took off down the sidewalk, keeping stride with his wife on the opposite side of the street. Crabbe and Goyle stayed close, ignoring the staring muggles. After five minutes of walking, Narcissa turned left down an alley. Lucius turned left right into the middle of the road. The squealing of tires made the three Death Eaters jump in fright as a delivery truck nearly ran them over.

“Get the fuck off the road ya’ gormless arseholes!” the delivery driver yelled as he stuck his head out of his open window.

“Now see here you mudblood …” Goyle started but was quickly shut up by the loud honking of his horn. Again, all three jumped in fright. They all scurried to the other side of the road and watched as the delivery driver drove off, throwing them one last dirty look.

“He’s lucky we didn’t kick his ass!” Crabbe stated confidently as he watched the truck drive away, earning a nod from Goyle.

“Never mind that! Narcissa went down here. C’mon!” he beckoned his cohorts forward. Their long, black robes swished as they trotted down to the end of the alley. The alley was dark and strangely silent, and it made the hairs on their arms stand on end. As they reached the end, they saw that it turned left. Taking the turn just in time, they saw an open door slowly close. Running up to the door, Lucius grabbed the knob and unsuccessfully tried to turn it. He then tugged on it hard, but it didn’t budge. Becoming annoyed, he pulled out his wand and hit it with a silent Alohomora. They heard the click and quickly pulled the thick, metal door open. As the door opened, they were hit in the face with the smell of cigarette smoke and sweat, and their ears were blasted with the sound of loud dance music. The three rushed inside. Pushing their way past kissing couples and waitresses carrying trays of drinks, they made their way into the main room.

There was a large dance floor right in the middle of the room where dozens of muggles were dancing the night away. Circular tables were placed all around the dance floor where many more people were sitting and laughing with drinks or lit cigarettes in their hands.

“This looks like a dance club!” Crabbe called out over the loud music. Lucius rolled his eyes.

“No shit! Where’s my wife?!” he called back. They looked around but couldn’t see her. There were just too many people crammed in the dark club. However, luck was on his side, because just then, the crowd on the dance floor shifted, and Narcissa came into view.

Lucius watched as his wife lifted up her long tresses of blonde hair while her hips swayed seductively. A small smile played on her lips as though she was in on some inside joke. Then, out of the crowd stepped a tall, handsome man with messy black hair. He stepped up to Narcissa from behind and placed his hands on her slim waist. He watched, his eyes burning, as his hands lowered down to Narcissa’s wide hips before moving back up her body. Over her sides they went, nearing her breasts. His fingertips barely missed the bottoms of her fabric-covered breasts as they continued to rise. His fingers danced across the smooth, delicate skin of her underarms. Lucius saw her gasp in pleasure, though he was unable to hear it over the loud music. His hands climbed up her slim arms until his fingers threaded with hers. He lowered her arms and spun her around to face him. Narcissa looked at him with such passion and longing. Lucius could practically see the fire dancing in her eyes as she tilted her head up. The man lowered his head, capturing his wife’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss. When he was about to pull away, Narcissa grabbed the back of his head, refusing to release him. Instead, she deepened the kiss, adding her tongue into the mix. Lucius’s hands clenched into fists, especially so when the man’s hands slid down her arched back and cupped her shapely ass. He was forced to watch as her ass was squeezed tightly.

Narcissa then broke the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. With her forehead against his, they began moving together in perfect rhythm. She then spun around so that her ass was against his crotch. Back and forth her hips moved while the man possessively held her around the belly. Then out of nowhere, Narcissa leaned forward and bent down so that her hands were flat against the floor. Her wide ass began vibrating against his crotch, and the crowd around them cheered. The man then slapped her ass hard enough that he heard the crack of hand against flesh over the music. Narcissa then popped back up and his groping continued.

“Lucius! That’s Potter … Look!” Goyle suddenly said, handing him a torn page from the Quibbler. Lucius snatched the page away from Goyle and looked at it through the dim light of the club. He then looked at the man who was fondling his wife’s tits while she rubbed her ass against his groin. The faces matched perfectly!

“You’re right. It is  him!” Lucius snarled as his hand tightened around his wand.

“So what do you want to do?” Crabbe asked, checking out Narcissa’s legs as the bottom of her dress rode higher up her thighs. Crabbe had often had fantasies about Lucius being killed and him taking Narcissa as a mistress. She was much better looking than his wife after all.

Lucius wasn’t sure. ‘This is the man that totally embarrassed the Dark Lord,’ he reminded himself. Did he really have a chance against him? Then he remembered that he had backup. Obviously, Crabbe and Goyle weren’t the cream of the crop, but it was still three against one. He also reminded himself that if they didn’t, they would have to answer to the Dark Lord eventually. As he was thinking it over, Potter put his hand on her ass and led her back through the dancing crowd. When they disappeared, he came up with the idea of sneaking up on him.

“After him!” Lucius called out, pushing his way through the dancing crowd. “AAARGH!” he cried out when a song came on telling everyone to jump. Someone did jump … right on his goddamn foot! “Aye! Watch it, buddy!” he heard Crabbe say as they too fought through the jumping crowd.

Speak of the Devil

Harry, of course, knew that the three Death Eaters had been watching the entire time. He had set the whole thing up to mess with his dear, old friend, Lucius Malfoy. Seducing his wife had been easy. Harry had forgotten how sexy Narcissa was, and he kicked himself for not seducing her when he was human.

As Lucius watched Narcissa’s body move, Harry decided to needle him further by feeling up the gorgeous MILF. Harry loved seeing the rage in Malfoy’s eyes. Harry reveled in it … He feasted on it. Just being near him, the muggles on the dance floor lost their inhibitions and gave into their animalistic instincts. That was a side-effect of his particular demondom. Rage, hatred, fear, lust … all of these emotions and feelings that humans so desperately tried to quell easily rose to the surface.

“Come with me, my dear. The night is still young,” Harry whispered in Narcissa’s ear. He heard her soft gasp as she realized what he wanted. He was going to take her home and fuck her like no one ever had. Narcissa turned and allowed his hand to cup her ass as he led her through the throngs of dancers. On his right, a young woman was getting fingered on the dance floor. Her head was thrown back with a look of pure bliss on her pretty face. On his left, a girl was down on her knees sucking one cock while both of her hands were filled with two other cocks. A bit further down, one young man stuck his hand down the pants of another young man. Beside them, three women were taking turns making out with one another. Two of them appeared to be sisters. Harry chuckled and absorbed the sexual energy. His hand squeezed Narcissa’s ass harder, and unbeknownst to anyone in the club, a fat bead of arousal dripped down the inside of her thigh. Lust wasn’t the only emotion hanging heavy in the air. Though he couldn’t see it, he felt the jealous rage of a young man in the crowd, and Harry knew that later, blood would be shed that night. That was none of his concern. Humans carried the Original Sin and were flawed by nature. It didn’t take much to turn a righteous, God-fearing man into a raging animal.

Momentarily confounding Narcissa’s mind, Harry appeared behind the three Death Eaters who were following him into the crowd. They were pushing their way through the dancing youths, and Crabbe pushed a young man a little too hard for his liking. Harry could feel the rage spike in the young man, and he closed his eyes and focused on it, turning the sudden spike into a sustained maelstrom. The young man wasn’t the only one affected by him. All around Crabbe, muggles turned and began to glare. The young man pushed him back. “Aye! Watch it, buddy!” Crabbed angrily called out and shoved him. The young man snarled.

“Yer askin’ fer it, old man!” he growled as his eyes turned into slits. Reaching into his trousers, he pulled out his pocket knife and used his thumb to flip the blade open. Crabbe apparently did not see this, because right after, he went to shove him again. “Oh, yeah?” Crabbe sneered and lunged forward. As he did, the enraged, young man stepped forward and shoved his blade directly into Crabbe’s ribs.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!” Crabbe screamed in agony, his head thrown back and his eyes wide. Most of his scream was covered up by the thumping base of the dance track. With a pleasant smile, Harry reached out and whipped the silver mask from his face. Through the smoke and strobing lights, Harry could see the pain and terror written on Crabbe Senior’s face. It was delightful. The young man pulled the blade from his ribs, drawing another yell from Crabbe’s mouth. He then lunged forward and drove the blade deep into Crabbe’s belly. A gurgling gasp could be heard as Crabbe’s upper half folded. The young man quickly pulled the knife from his stomach and pushed Crabbe away. As Crabbe stumbled backward, he hit another man who was dancing with his drink up in the air. The drink, of course, tumbled from his hand and spilled all over him. That was all it took. He reared back and punched Crabbe right in the face. Again, Crabbe went tumbling backward.

Harry watched fascinated by the way the happy muggle crowd quickly turned into an angry mob. Crabbe was punched over and over by several different individuals. Eventually from the beatings and the blood loss, he fell to the ground where a dozen men and women began stomping him. Harry laughed merrily as Crabbe grunted out “Stop” and “Please, no”. His two friends didn’t even hear him call out for help. The heel of a boot raked across his forehead, splitting it open, and Harry saw blood begin to gush from the wound. He tried to block his face and head from being kicked, but then his arms were kicked and stomped until both of them were broken and hung limp and useless. Vomit spewed from his mouth as his stomach and ribs were pounded. One foot came down right on his throat, and Harry heard a sickening crunch that no one else was able to hear. Harry found the whole thing utterly amusing in a twisted paradoxical way. Crabbe had spent so many years cursing and killing muggles, and now it was a group of muggles that was going to be the death of him!

A pathetic, wheezing cry escaped his gaping mouth as his eyes bugged out. A shuddering, gasping breath was haggardly pulled just as a high heel came down on his jaw, shattering it. “Hey! … HEY!” Harry heard Goyle call out as the other two finally discovered what was happening to their comrade. Goyle rumbled into the crowd, using his size to intimidate. It didn’t end well for him.

Speak of the Devil

“Go save him, you idiot!” Lucius ordered as they saw Crabbe being brutally beaten by a mob of angry muggles. Goyle puffed up his chest and barged into the crowd. He only got a couple of words out of his mouth when a knife was shoved into the side of his neck. Lucius heard him cry out in pain as he held his hand to the side of his neck. He then stumbled back toward him and practically fell into Lucius’s arms. As he did, his hand came away from his neck and large spurts of blood gushed from the wound. Though it was hard to see, Lucius could tell that his face had gone deathly pale. A loud pop made his ears ring just as a sudden, sharp pain ignited on the top of his head. He hissed in pain and looked to the side. A female muggle was holding a broken glass beer bottle by the neck. The broken bottom was a circle of jagged, glass shards. He then realized what had happened. ‘That bitch broke the bottle over my head!’ Lucius felt warm wetness trickling down the side of his head underneath the black hood of his robes. He was just about to curse the bitch when she screamed like an out-of-control banshee and thrust the broken bottle at his face. The jagged bottom hit his mask thankfully, leaving him relatively unharmed by it. Even so, he figured that it was time to leave. “Hold on tight!” he yelled to Goyle whose grip was weakening. He gave one last look to Crabbe who wasn’t moving as the filthy muggles continued to stomp his body. He then disappeared, taking his injured friend with him.

Harry chuckled and claimed Crabbe, body and soul. He magically removed Crabbe’s dead body along with all the evidence of the murder. It was the least he could do for these wonderfully amusing muggles. However, when he left them and their inhibitions returned, they would have to deal with the mental repercussions of their actions. Would they accept what they had done, or would they lie to themselves and pretend it was all a dream?  In the past, Harry found that most preferred to lie to themselves. It was much easier than admitting that at your most basic level, you were no better than the monsters rotting in prison. Harry quickly forgot about all of it. After all, he had a hot blonde waiting for him.

Speak of the Devil

The following day around noon, Malfoy finally made it back to his luxurious manor and found his wife sitting in front of her vanity brushing her long locks of blonde hair. It was all he could do not to murder her right then and there. Instead, he played it cool.

“Hello, dear. When did you get in?” he asked her as she turned his way with a fake smile plastered across her beautiful face. Malfoy could see the lovebites on the sides of her neck.

“Get in?” she asked in obvious fake confusion.

“Yes, get in. I noticed that you weren’t here last night,” he clarified.

“Oh. My friends and I decided to have a girls' night. Sorry … No men allowed,” she smiled at him and continued to brush her hair.

“No men allowed,” he angrily whispered to himself. Lucius cleared his throat. “Well, I think that’s wonderful. You deserve a break every now and then,” he lied. Narcissa smirked and fluffed her hair.

“It was beyond wonderful,” she dreamily stated to no one in particular.

“What was that?” Lucius asked, cupping his ear.

“Nothing, dear. Nothing at all … So … How was your night?” she asked, examining the red spots on her delicate, porcelain skin.

“My night was just fine,” he answered. “My, my … Those are some strange-looking marks on your neck, my love. Whatever could they be?” he asked, pretending not to know. Narcissa’s body froze for a second.

“Bedbugs,” she quickly lied.

“Bedbugs?” he asked.

“Indeed. You should really have the manor fumigated. I swear … We’ve been living in squalor the past few months,” she huffed while fixing her hair to hide the marks.

“I apologize, my dear,” he said smarmily. “I’ll see that it’s done.” Narcissa got up from her seat and fixed her thin, silk robe. From her hard nipples poking through the material, he could tell that she was nude underneath it.

“I had quite the adventure last night,” he called out as she walked over to her massive walk-in closet. He continued when she didn’t respond. “I was out looking for this Harry Potter character. You know … the one the Dark Lord has been in such a huff about?” Narcissa froze as she was going through her choices of wardrobes.

“Oh?”

“And I just happened to be in muggle London when Crabbe, Goyle, and I spotted a woman walking down the street in a little whore dress that looked very much like you. Naturally, our curiosity was spiked, and we decided to follow.” Narcissa remained quiet.

“And to my great shock, we found you dancing with none other than Harry Potter inside a muggle nightclub.”

“You don’t say …” she began but Lucius was having none of it. Crabbe was gone, and Goyle had damn near been killed. He had taken him to a private healer, and it took all night to get him stabilized.

“Listen to me, whore! I want to know where Harry Potter is, and I want to know right now,” he snarled. “If you’re quick about it, I might just beat you black and blue instead of outright killing you,” he threatened. His wand was already in his hand. He didn’t expect Narcissa to face him with a smirk on her face.

“It’s too bad you found out this way,” she smiled at him. “I’m sure Voldemort already knows,” she let the words dance on her wicked tongue. Lucius flinched at hearing the name.

“Don’t speak his name woman! You’ll be the death of us both!” he said in a panic. Narcissa just laughed lightly without a care in the world.

“I no longer fear that noseless maniac that you got us mixed up with. There is a new Dark Lord in town. One whose power far outmatches that of Voldemort. You’ve seen his power, have you not?” she asked. Lucius’s lip curled.

“You’re speaking of Harry Potter?” he spat. Narcissa nodded.

“Voldemort is nothing compared to him. I have felt his power. Even now, I can feel it coursing through my body,” she practically purred as she rubbed her thighs together. Lucius was just about to wave his wand and end her miserable life when she continued. “And as powerful as he is, he chose me as his mistress! Can you believe it, Lucius? Every night I will warm his bed, and perhaps even someday I will bear his children!” she said, looking off into the distance with a look of pure ecstasy.

Lucius’s hand was shaking. His hand was just beginning to move when Narcissa added, “And all he asked of me was to surrender everything we had,” she told him as if in a daze. “It was such a small price to pay for my beloved Master,” she told him lovingly.

“Avada Kedav…”

Just before he finished, Narcissa pulled out a glowing Ward Stone and pressed the rune. There was a brilliant flash of white light, and Malfoy felt himself tumbling through the air. A moment later, he hit the ground hard and rolled ten or so feet before his crumpled body came to a stop. “Oof,” he grunted, pushing himself to his knees. He blinked his eyes a few times due to the sudden brightness. He was outside.

Standing up, he could see his manor in the distance. Snarling, he attempted to apparate directly into the house. “AAAAAAARGH!” he screamed when he reappeared in the same spot, his robes smoldering. He smacked at the smoking areas to snuff the embers. There were Anti-Apparition wards. He walked toward the house and was sent flying back. Again, he hit the ground rolling.

“What the …” he said as he pushed himself back up. He was locked out of his own house! With his rage bubbling over, he apparated away to one of his safe houses.