Lost War

Party Favours

Draco Malfoy had anything he had ever wanted in life. Anything his father had worked so hard to secure for him. Yet every day, he had to see the state of his once-rival. Why couldn't he enjoy the sorry state, and why had he ever told the Dark Lord about Hermione Granger?

Draco sighed deeply as he saw the invitation to the Dark Lord's Yule party. He should be proud of himself, like he knew both his parents were. He was the Dark Lord's closest trustee, often invited for dinner or tea, but it was all very bittersweet.

He had anything he ever wanted in life, anything his father had worked so hard to secure for him, yet every day he had to go see the Dark Lord, he had to see the state of his once-rival. Why couldn't he just enjoy the sorry state Harry was in? Maybe... Maybe it was because it didn't fit the young warrior. The Boy-Who-Lived should be fighting, spirited, alive, yet he was now nothing more than a plaything.

"Astoria, dear. You should go an pick up Scorpius on your own tomorrow," Draco told his wife.
"The Dark Lord insists on my presence to ready everything for his party. The both of you are expected to come as well."

Astoria looked over at her husband and nodded with a small smile.

"Of course, love," she agreed readily.
"And don't worry so much. He enjoys your company too much to rid of you."

Astoria wrongly assumed that Draco's wariness of the Dark Lord came from fear of being disposed of, like most all his assistants ended up. However, that wasn't the case in the slightest. Draco dreaded seeing his Lord's Pet again.

. . . . .

As he entered the small meeting room, where the Dark Lord was waiting for him, he was met with a surprising sight. Harry was on Voldemort's lap, riding it while moaning erotically which still made Draco's cock twitch in his trousers, even though his disgust was greater than his arousal. But that wasn't surprising. He'd expected the Dark Lord and his pet to be at it again. No. His surprise came in the form of Hermione Granger, who sat on the Dark Lord's left, quill in hand, parchment before her and face ghostly pale from disgust.

Something in the Malfoy tightened at the sight of his former classmate. He hadn't liked Granger much during his time at Hogwarts. Not at all, but he had respected her brains and talent none the less, so when his Lord had asked about her when looking through old school records, he didn't have a problem telling him the truth. Hermione had been praised for graduating from Hogwarts with a record amount of NEWT's, even with the war raging. A total of 10. The only classes she never finished being Divination, which she dropped in 3rd, only a few weeks into the year, and Muggle Studies, of which she had an OWL, but she decided not to take the NEWT level classes.

When he had told Voldemort this, he should have known why his Lord wanted to know about her, yet here he was, shocked to see her as his new assistant. He was the reason she was forced to watch her former best friend be used as nothing but a simple sex toy by the Dark Lord.

"Good of you to join us, Draco," Voldemort spoke calmly, not even looking up to greet him.

Voldemort was utterly focused on Harry's face, which was contorted in pleasure as he hurriedly moved himself up and down his master's prick. Draco looked away and moved to his place, sitting opposite from Granger and on his Lord's right side. He ignored the squelching sounds of the two men fucking.

"Thank you for allowing me to join, my Lord," Draco greeted Voldemort, as he always did.
"Good to see you again as well, Granger. It's been some 19 years since we last met, right?"