Dark Wizard Collector: A Hogwarts Fanfiction

Chapter 53

We continued speaking of days passed, but a question scratched at me. "Have you seen my brother as of late?"

"You wish to know?" Abraxas noticed that he captured my attention.

"Of course, dammit!" I laughed.

The man smiled playfully and sat up, causing me to slide down into his lap. The strong hands held my ankles down at his sides. "What would you do for the truth about your brother's whereabouts?"

Irritated, my jaw clenched, but I was out played and I knew that no amount of torture would release information from Abraxas. He would enjoy every moment of seeing my frustration at failing to collect his secrets, and I would be wasting my time. "Anything I am capable of doing." I hissed.

Smooth maneuvering brought the man on top of me and I watched him with slight loathing. The handsome deviant knew exactly what he was doing now. No doubt self-beneficial negotiation was one of his many talents as a Slytherin alumnus. "Find it in yourself to be capable of loving, if not me, but yourself." Abraxas commanded me and I felt a pain shoot through my body as I swallowed down the demand.

Breaking eye contact, I threw my glance sideways and muttered. "It may take a while."

"I will wait." Abraxas began kissing my chest containing behind prison bars of bone a self-tortured heart.

Throughout the entire time Abraxas made love to me, I hated myself for the mess I always seemed to be caught within. The pleasure I received did not have the effect it usually would have on me. Instead, I grew angrier at my situation and sex was not enough of a release. When we eventually fell asleep, I longed to escape into another world. Sleep graced me with dreams to raise my injured soul during the darkened hours.

Sunlight shot down through the large stained glass window into the ornate room, the next morning. An unknown sensation teemed in the air of the lavish room and it felt good. In an attempt to soak up the lovely phenomenon, I kept my eyes closed and held the bare body that lay next to me. "Gellert," I purred stroking the man's torso. Accompanied by a muscular arm draped over my waist, thin lips kissed my forehead gently and pulled me closer.

"Maven," Abraxas stopped and softened his tone; "You really did love him, didn't you?"

My eyes burst open and I shot a seething glance at the blond in bed next to me.

The room darkened and Abraxas, a bit frightened, apologized for speaking out. "I was only curious. Please Mae, I'm sorry. I did not mean to anger you."

Enraged, I buried my face in the soft blankets covering the bed; anger weighed more on myself for saying the painful name than on Abraxas for gathering that I loved the man I hated. Hot tears streamed from my eyes uncontrollably as I tried not to think about Gellert. "Abraxas," I sighed through tears, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's just— My sobbing voice faded into cries again. The defensive wall I had put up to secret the black shame of my love affair was stripped away similarly to how I was being pulled out from under the pillows and blankets.

Soft, brown eyes stared at my dark ones and Abraxas kissed me hard. As if I was contagious with a disease, I held my breath and pulled away from the adoring lips. He drew my hands away from covering my face in shame, "Look at me." Abraxas commanded my tear clouded eyes to look upon him as he straddled me. "I don't care about your past, Mae. Give me your future." Abraxas said, and kissed me again. "So you once loved another man. Everyone loves; it is only natural. I loved another woman, but now we have the chance to be together." Abraxas kissed me again and several tears continued to seep from my eyes. "I want you to stay with me. Please, give up Maera Zeria and return to who you are. Maven, marry me."

"I— Why did words always flee from my grasp? "I cannot... I want to, but I need to look out for Tom; I cannot think of myself anymore. I'm sorry."

"If this is all for your brother, you should give up. He is past saving, Maven. The path he chose for himself is unthinkable." Abraxas paused and pulled me to sit next to him. "Tom is dead. You mustn't waste your life trying to right his wrongs."

"How can you say that? Please, tell me what you know!"

"In my opinion, he has gone MAD!" Abraxas roared to bring some sense back into me. "Maven, I'm sorry for yelling, but your brother is rising to power in a way that will destroy the magical world. He wants to continue Salzaar Slytherin's work to keep magical folk pureblood. It is a wonderful idea, but a theoretical one. The pureblood lines are already diminishing and interbreeding will pervert the purity of the blood lines. People need to start thinking logically."

"You sound like a Ravenclaw." I sighed in an attempt to defend my brother.

"If Slytherins cannot be compassionate, then I'd rather not be affiliated with that house." Abraxas' statement puzzled me. "You care about your brother a great deal, I can see that, but there comes a time when you must not lie to yourself anymore about what you believe is right."

Silently, I dressed myself, and rang for Dobby to prepare breakfast if he had not already done so. It was only day two without Lucius there to keep us in check, but Abraxas felt how pensive I was, and he held back from intercourse. We were cordial, and I felt that genuine friendship was possible with Abraxas.