She was the last of her line, according to her father. A natural parseltongue, and a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin.
Gaunt. The long lost Slytherin heir. The long lost phantom queen.
She was bred by her father to be determined, cunning, ru...
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At that moment, she did not care. She grabbed Draco's hand and apparated with him back to the postal office where the headquarters of their operations were located.
"Mor, you need to be honest with me, what are you doing? Remember we are a united and devoted front, please don't lie to me. It's you and me, remember?", Draco said, inkling closer to Morrigan.
She pressed her forehead to his. She loved the man sitting in front of her so much, she was willing to take a thousand crucio's for him. His grey orbs blossomed in the moonlight and his lips attached to hers.
Draco Malfoy's kisses were intoxicating. She could never get enough of them, even is she willed herself never to try such drug again. Her body reacted automatically with his touch.
Her back caved when his feather touches lingered on her waist, bringing her closer. He traced the lower lip, asking for silent consent. She opened her mouth and let her poison in.
If she were to pick her poison, it would be Draco Malfoy. It was a good thing, she gladly took it, even if it could end up killing her.
She perched herself on his lap, as he took a sit in the regal throne-like chair at the head of the long table. He tapped her thighs, making her jump.
He eyed her and peppered kisses on her neck, making her almost faint in delight. Only he could have that effect on her body, and he would be the only one with permission to do so. He lifted her thighs and placed her body gingerly on top of the table.
With one swift movement, his gentle yet dominating hand had moved to the nick of her throat, adding pressure tenderly. At that moment, Morrigan thought she rattled the stars, pure bliss and ecstasy shot through her veins.
She did not even hold back when she attacked his neck, making him take an intake in shock. She started undoing the buttons of his shirt, taking it off and pressing a trail of kisses along the way. He massaged her front, making Morrigan whine into her kisses.
She then remembered what she was there for. She loved Draco Malfoy with all her might, but this had to be said. He deserved to know the truth.
With one last kiss, and a frowning Draco, she managed to get the strengths of the Gryffindors, yet she slyly said,
"I am sorry. I did not want to hide the truth from all of you, this was a matter I had to do by myself. I had to plan this and then inform you. I f I had too much people peering on this, It would have been dangerous. I promise that after this, we will do all of it together. You and me
"I can't wait for you to be mine, Morrigan Gaunt", said Draco, pressing one kiss to her forehead
"I'm already yours and you are mine. Now, enough of the sappy and onto the pressing matters. Have you ever heard of Horcruxes?", she said through her eyelashes.
"I have. Evil and disturbing magic. Requires you to part your soul and turn yourself into a soulless monster.... Merlin's beard. Voldemort did it right? That's why he didn't die. Salazar, we are doomed. How many are they?", he said shakily, running a hand through his hair.
"I've found the two. One that could cost us the war if not destroyed properly. I found one at Grimmauld Place, it's Slytherin's Locket. Regulus Black died for it. He unveiled his secret. We are the only ones to know as of right now, Draco. We are the only ones that know how to bring him down. The other one is a bit more complicated to destroy-"
"why", Draco asked.
"It's Potter. He's a Horcrux"
"So you mean to tell me that all along, Dumbledore has had Potter risk his life, knowing that he ultimately has to die? What kind of Gryffindor is that! He's hiding behind a kid's shadow. We are just kids, for Merlin's sake. We might as well be making pranks and not resorting on how to kill people, certainly, not joining a dark army as spies to then make a coup-", he started venting, losing all his composure.
"He knows. Dumbledore surely knows about the Horcrux, but he still doesnt know where they are at. I told him to free the death eaters at Azkaban. He was planning to. I need for a team of you to stay at Hogwarts, and those who are graduating to come with me. Flint, Warrington and all of the rest are coming with me. Whilst you and the others have to act quickly. Kill them. Kill the death old freed death eaters and return to Hogwarts as fast as you can. Take the floo powder from Umbrigdes office. I am sure she'll be head master. We'll just have to snitch on them. I care far more for our wellbeing than theirs, but I can try to get them off detention and off from those blasted blood quills", she said.
Draco was quiet for a moment of time and he then jerked his hand making her sit besided him. He carressed her palm as he said,
"This is the start of it. I have to get the mark, Mor. That is the only way he'll trust me. He'll come after me if my father fails to retrieve him that phrophecy. Who knows what it holds, but i bet enough to destroy him. I hope he dies, and Potter kills him before he kills us", he said, sighing in advance.
"He won't kill us. I won't let him. He is not going to mark you, he will not brand you like one of his followers. You are mine to command, and only mine. We have to make this happen, it is our only opportunity. We kill them one by one, and he'll have no one to trust except for us. He keeps everything under the shadows, but Dumbledore will come if Harry is in trouble. We must distract Voldemort and make our move. I'll tell Remus to summon the complete order. We need to make it look as if the order killed them", she said.
"Command me as you'd like, my Slytherin queen. I am yours to command, and yours to do what you desire. This will work, Mor. It has to", he said, leaning his head on her shoulders.
She pressed a chaste kiss on his hair and savored the moment alone with him. It would be one of the very few they would have left as totally free.
She needed to think of what to do next. Harry had to die. The cogs of her head turned. She would not be cornered. Morrigan had the leverage here for once, and she wouldn't lose it.
