After Lavender fell asleep, Altair sent a message to his most hated cousin. He knew that his girlfriend's sleeping form was the only thing stopping him from killing Draco. After all, if he ended up in Azkaban, Lav would be heavily criticized.
He carefully tucked the blonde in and left the bedroom. The Gryffindor common room was full and noisy. The sight of it almost gave him a headache.
He heard whispers against him, as usual. Mostly male.
"Have you finished fucking your bitch?" Altair's hand grabbed the redhead's neck and pushed him against the wall. The wizard was instantly startled.
The dark-haired man looked into the Gryffindor's face. Blue eyes and red hair. For a moment, Altair watched as his eyes turned grey and his hair turned platinum blonde. 'It would be easy to break his neck,' he thought as he let him fall to the ground.
"Do it again," he asked the young man who was coughing on the floor. The blue eyes looked at him in horror, it seemed to be the first time he felt the difference between them. An unpleasant smell made him raise an eyebrow.
"You look so tense, cousin. Would you like a massage?" A female body bumped into him as Violet climbed onto his back. "Oh, for Merlin's sake, Weasley! Have you wet yourself?" She laughed into Altair's ear, pointing to the boy's crotch, which still had a dark stain. The common room looked on in shock; Violet wasn't the kind of girl to jump on a man and offer him a massage.
There was also a tense silence at the way Altair was treating Ron like a rag doll. Ron wasn't a little man after all.
"Maybe later, Violet," he replied.
"Mhm," she mooed in annoyance. "I want to do it now."
"I'm not in the mood, Black," He pushed her off easily. His eyes were cold enough to make her back away.
"Are you broken up with your girlfriend?" She put her finger to her lips. Altair left the room without answering. She watched his back as she clicked her tongue. "Charles, take Weasley to the showers, the common room is starting to stink," she said in a bossy tone.
The Potter boy looked at her with sad puppy eyes. She felt herself getting horny just looking at the sadness in the boy's eyes. For a few seconds she thought about going out and raping Altair in the corridor. 'He'll probably get angry and really attack me,' she thought pitifully. 'What's the bad part?' she thought as she left the common room in search of her cousin. Too bad she didn't find him.
[Saturday afternoon.]
He hardly thought about his cousin. She wasn't as bad as the other Malfoys. She wasn't a good person either, she was a cruel bitch who enjoyed humiliating others. Not on the level of Draco or Lucius, even Narcissa had done way terrible things like abuse him.
She's still a snobbish bitch. He wouldn't feel sorry for her.
The cherry on top? Draco loved her.
He heard the sound of heels clicking on stone as his cousin climbed the stairs.
"Cassiopeia," the girl didn't react to his greeting, she just stared at him blankly for a few seconds. "Have you ever seen your mother like that?" he asked.
"Never. Though the idea wasn't entirely foreign to me, you were always a monster. Raping the same woman who raised you, clothed you and fed you. Attacking the family you owe so much to by trying to take power. You have fallen very low, my dear cousin," she said to him, as neat and perfect as a politician's well-rehearsed speech.
"I think we remember our life at Malfoy Manor differently."
"They should have thrown you in a rubbish bin as soon as they had the chance," she replied, her words slightly malicious. "You called me here instead of leaking that video. I suppose you have a proposal, say it," she cut to the chase.
"I have come to do to you what I did to your mother in the video. You can see it as a pathetic revenge," he said confidently.
She looked at him in silence, a grimace of disgust on her lips. Her eyes were not at all impressed by his words, they just looked at him bored.
"And if I refuse... you'll release the video, won't you? Everyone will know Lady Malfoy as a whore... you'll ruin your own life if you do. My family has already been kind enough to let you live, and the Black family-"
"I'll deal with the old patriarch when I have time. You're right, the Malfoy family could kill me. But if you think the video is all I have to-" "Blackmail me," she cut him off.
"Negotiate," he quickly changed the word. "I will not be accused of such vile things that tarnish my reputation," he said, his voice trailing off. The way he spoke mimicked Lucius Malfoy defending himself before the Wizengamot when he was accused of being a Death Eater of his own free will.
She let out a small laugh, although her eyes did not look amused at all. She was a great actress, able to control every feature of her face with ease. She could play the role of a good girl, a bad girl, an arrogant girl, a nice girl. She was able to adapt her personality to get along with the people around her, which made her a favourite at the pureblood parties; there wasn't a wizard or witch who could speak bad of her.
At least not a wizard of the right blood type.
"What else have you got?" she asked him.
"Your mother... she... you may think it an exaggeration, but she is literally mine. She is my possession. Any dark secret your mother can get her hands on will end up in my hands. Every dirty deal, every disappearance, every murder. There is proof."
"She wouldn't betray the family."
"She is mine, I don't need her consent. She already agreed with all of this. Under normal circumstances, she would said no. But when the family is at stake... everything changes," he walked towards her, taking one of her blonde curls and looking at her. Her features were delicate and gave her an innocent air, even though deep down she was rotten. "Your mother's pussy is magnificent, you know?" The girl's eyes remained unmoved. "Not really. I'd have to put a whole hand in to fill it. I wonder what yours is like?"
"Did you use demonic magic to seduce my mother?" she asked, moving her face closer to his. They could feel each other's breath.
Altair opened his eyes, a little surprised. His demonic heritage was known to Lucius and Narcissa, though it was not illogical that they would eventually tell their children.
"Perhaps," he asnwer her.
"You admitted you were a demon," the girl smiled as she walked away, showing her mobile phone in her hands. "What will people think if they know that there is a demon who can use powers to influence women? You are a magical being, one who has committed atrocities, you are damned."
"Have you recorded this?" he asked. She nodded. "Then play it."
The girl's finger went to the screen, she found the W-phone switched off.
"When?" she seemed surprised for the first time.
"Since you came in. You think I wouldn't take precautions in case things got out of control," Altair used a rune stone that interrupted the use of magical devices. It was the equivalent of an EMP.
"How?" The girl seemed more interested in that than the rest of the conversation.
"It doesn't matter." He wasn't going to tell the enemy his secrets.
"Well played," the girl closed her eyes, as if gathering her courage. "You're not the only one with a backup plan," the girl unbuttoned two buttons in front of her chest, revealing the edges of a red bra. There was a circular mark with a dot in the centre.
Altair's eyes widened slightly as he recognised the explosive symbol. The blonde was going to blow herself up. That wouldn't make sense.
"I don't know what you're trying to do, but it won't work. You didn't come prepared to die," he said.
She made a disappointed gesture as she shrugged, the symbol slowly fading.
"You should have stopped there," she said, almost sadly. What comes next is not something I want to do, I swear."
"Really?"
"You're a tough guy, Altair, I admit it. But when it comes to family... everything changes, you said that, didn't you? Cassiopeia looked at him with grey, merciless eyes.
A pit of uncertainty formed in Altair's stomach. His sister, they weren't close, but she was still his closest family tie.
"Say it again and I'll kill you before you lay a finger on her," her wand rose to her hand and a spell of a disgusting grey colour appeared at the tip.
The blonde swallowed.
"She's in the care of... trustworthy people. If I don't give a signal by the morning. They will kill her."
"You're bluffing," 'What were the chances she was telling the truth?'
"You want to take that chance," she asked him, her eyes still on the tip of his wand.
"You're not going to kill her, not in the castle."
"If anything happens to her, you'll kill me. Altair Regulus Asmodeus-Black. A half-demon who killed his cousin and his sister in the same night. What a story!" Her cousin's voice grew more confident as Altair's wand lowered.
"The Malfoy family is going mad. Lady Narcissa Malfoy kills her husband in his sleep and then takes her own life. Cassiopeia Malfoy murdered at Hogwarts," Altair turned on his W-phone, which was unaffected by the rune.
He sent a message and seconds later his phone started to ring. He threw the phone at his cousin.
"What?"
"Answer it," Altair sat down on a summoned chair. His hands gripped the armrests so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"Mother, what are you doing?" The girl seemed to lose her temper as she watched her mother, on a video call, point her wand at her father. "Stop!" Narcissa had tears in her eyes. "Altair, make her stop," she drew her own wand to threaten him.
A disarming spell snatched the wand from her.
"Narcissa, stop," the woman sighed in relief, she was not ready.
Cassiopeia looked at him with hatred. Her beautiful face made a horrible grimace, as if it were constricted. She breathed, now that her father was out of danger, she could think clearly.
"You are... good." The blonde rifled through her clothes. A dark wooden wand, slightly curved. "Do you believe me now? Altair recognised his sister's wand. It was similar to his mother's, Bellatrix's.
"Remember, you will not leave here alive if anything happens to my sister. You will die, your mother, your father. I will even search the entire castle for Draco to kill him too. You will be known as the last Malfoy."
"We can make a deal, a non-aggression pact. You will release my mother and neither of us will interfere with the other. I will see to it that Draco stops... harassing your fiancées," she spoke politely. Even if House Malfoy had more to lose, the consequences were extreme.
"I just want to fuck you, Cass," he said in an annoyed tone. 'Fuck you and make you sign the contract when you're drunk with pleasure.'
"That's not on the table."
"Narcissa... if your daughter isn't naked in 30 seconds. Kill Lucius, then kill yourself, not quickly, set fire to Malfoy Manor and stand still, if the flames decide you should die quickly, so be it, if not. Too bad for you, lady."
"You're a bastard."
"I'm part demon. More every day, thanks to you," he replied. "30."
Altair began a countdown as the girl looked nervously at her mobile phone. Her mother had her arm raised as she pointed at her husband.
"Take it, Cassie, please," she heard her mother pleading.
"You just want to fuck me?" she asked, defeated.
It was humiliating that she, a Malfoy, would lend herself to such things.
"Your mother has agreed to compensate me for the abuse I suffered. After I've fucked you, I'll release her and we'll make an unbreakable vow never to speak of this. I'm not one to hold a grudge. It's enough for me to know that I fucked the Queen and Princess of the Malfoys. After tonight, you'll never hear from me again. I swear it on my father's name," he said with a kind and sincere smile.
There was no guarantee that he would keep his word, but the other option was just as devastating.
If only he knew Altair's relationship with her father.
The girl nodded as she let her clothes fall to the floor. Her hands trembled as she resisted the temptation to cover herself.