Lost War

Powerless

Everything was ready for Harry to escape. All Hermione now had to do was get through to him and make him understand that Voldemort had only done him injustice by leaving him so weak and powerless.

Hermione was unusually nervous as she waited for the Dark Lord to finish up. It was a special day after all. They would have a very special visitor who could make or break the Dark Lord's rule over the entire Wizarding World. She of course hoped the American Minister would turn Voldemort down, but chances were that if he did, he and his family would not make it out alive.

She tried not to focus too much on Harry bouncing happily on the Dark Lord's lap. It was becoming a regular sight and she hated it. With a sigh, she tried to focus on how this all would soon be over. Ron and the rest of the Order was standing at the ready for her signal. Once Voldemort was busy with the Americans, they'd attack and get Harry out of this place for good.

Voldemort moaned quietly and put his hands on Harry's hips, pressing him down all the way as he came. This, in turn, caused Harry to moan as well. Voldemort smiled and petted the eternal teen's head fondly, making Harry purr happily.

"Such a good little Pet you are," he murmured affectionately.

The door swung open and Hermione looked up. She scowled in disappointment when she saw it was just Draco Malfoy. The blond glared sourly at her as well.

"At least try keep the disappointment off your face, Weasley," he sneered.

Hermione put her hands on her hips and glared back at the blond full force.

"If only I had a reason not to be disappointed at the sight of you, Malfoy."

Malfoy rolled his eyes in annoyance and crossed his arms over his chest with a huff.

"How is that neither of you ever took the step?" Voldemort suddenly asked, looking over at Malfoy and Hermione.

He was still petting Harry's head, making the eternal teen purr in pleasure and press his face against the palm of his master like a cat. Only cats didn't have their owner's cock in their arse while they were petted.

"I beg your pardon, My Lord?" Malfoy murmured confused.

"The obvious sexual tension," Voldemort replied with a shrug.
"It was already there in your first year. I saw it even when stuck in the back of the head of an oblivious idiot, and it has clearly only grown over the years."

Malfoy made a choking noise and he looked over at Hermione with wide eyes. The brunette scowled.

"There was nothing but mutual hatred and rivalry," she muttered.

"Yes of course. Silly me," Voldemort sneered sarcastically.

He sighed and grabbed Harry's arm, urging him to start moving again. Malfoy turned his head away immediately, but Hermione didn't. She just stayed focused on the Dark Lord's face, ignoring the soft mewling noises of pleasure her best friend was making as he fucked himself on top of that horrid man's lap. Voldemort just chuckled and turned his head back to Harry, lifting his 'pet's' chin with a smirk.

"I hope your children will make a better decision than you both did," he muttered.
"There was a reason I had Scorpius become Rose's guide after all. They reminded me too much of their parents to resist."

He groaned in release and quickly pulled Harry from his cock. The teen whined unhappily as he was redressed properly in the skirt the Dark Lord had given him and pouted.