Myrtles Bathroom

[Draco Malfoy]

A brow rose, because-honestly, he'd prefer for the mental bastard not to know him at all. However, he doubted he'd be too keen on that response. Besides he knew the only one that Amycus Carrow would like him is if he was as mentally unsound as they were.

[Alecto Carrow]

Alecto stood back with a grin watching the game play out, before going and hopping onto the counter for a more comfortable seat.

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus's grip on the boy tightened as his grin grew.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you its impolite to keep people waiting for an answer, sweet child?" he breathed when Draco failed to answer him aloud. "Now I know sexy little Cissy might not have *much* to offer, beyond that pretty face, but I'm sure at least she taught you manners. She does so love them after all."

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco's eyes narrowed at the comment about his Mother but otherwise he only stiffened as the man lifted his head before finally responding "I'm fine if you don't like me..."

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus's head tilted as he ran his eyes over him, his hand still lingering on the boy's face as he lazily stroked his fingers down it.

"I'm hurt, Draco. And here I thought we were bonding," he laughed softly, a dangerous glitter of interest entering his gaze. "Now now, what's got you so tense, sweetling? Could it be you didn't like me talking about mummy? Hmmm?"

[Draco Malfoy]

Ahh, hell in for a penny in for a pound. "I'm tense because you're so close..."

[Amycus Carrow]

"Hmmm..." he mused, fingers sliding down to stroke over his throat as he pretended to think about that. "And what about me being so close worries you then, boy?"

"And," he added lightly, lips curling up at the corners. "Does that mean you don't mind me talking about your dear old mum?"

[Draco Malfoy]

"I don't see why you ask me questions that the answers don't matter to," Draco responded with a frown.

[Amycus Carrow]

"Because I'm curious," he returned, tone lazy. "And because every moment you're humouring me, is a moment less I'm making you scream, pet. And I'd have thought a smart boy like you would appreciate that, particularly given how... excited I get if you're screaming to long..."

[Draco Malfoy]

"Then I guess you know why I tense up when you get too close, with the whole enjoying making me scream for a long time thing," Draco replied with a frown.

[Amycus Carrow]

He chuckled softly, hand sliding around the boy's throat to cup it, a twitch away from throttling him.

"Is it that simple I wonder?" he mused. "I don't think it is... like I said, Dray-co, your a smart boy... I don't think it's what I've already done to you so far that makes you nervous, I think it's because you know I can be so much worse..."

Letting out a fiendish giggle Amycus abruptly released him and pulled back, twisting his wand to point in the boys face.

"Don't you think that might be it pet?"

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco rose a brow "I'm sure that has something to do with it was well..."

He frowned at the man but didn't move- OH he wanted to, but he also know Amycus Carrow enough to know that it was a moot point, he'd just follow his face probably shooting hexes the whole way.

[Amycus Carrow]

"Now, I'm still rather annoyed at you, sweet boy, for your earlier shenanigans," he offered pleasantly, keeping his wand pointed at his face. "That's your problem you see, you like to play at being a good, obedient pet, even now, sitting here without so much as a twitch... but you're not really broken are you? See you just keep having those little moments of defiance. And if there's one thing I do so love, its teaching a pet its place."

"Because I'm feeling generous however I'll give you a choice," his smile grew, half lidded eyes holding the blonde's silver gaze. "What kind of punishment would you prefer? Physical or mental?"

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco's brows pulled together in confusion, not understanding the question fully... mental? After a moment of watching the man's gleeful smile he- very slowly bit his response of 'Neither' and went with "Physcial..." insted.

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus let out a tisking noise.

"How utterly boring of you," he sighed, lifting his wand to tap the boy's head. "And also wrong. Mental is what you choose, but don't worry, physical comes after..."

Barking out another peal of laugher the dark haired man's face twisted as he lashed out with his wand, snarling out a gutteral, harsh word in a forgein language as black smoke roared forth from his wand tip, spewing over Draco's person to rush into his nose, mouth eyes and ears drowning him in it.

(FYI - this is a 'nightmare' spell, basically it'll make it seem like in his head that all his deepest darkest fears have come to life, only way to break out of it is to either have Amycus lift it, as he will in a moment, or if Draco is strong enough to overcome his fears he can snap out of it eventually)

[Draco Malfoy]

The boy attempted to move but there was no where to go, he as trapped in the stall. As the nighmarish images assaulted him his hands went to his face and he let out a yell, standing he attempted to get away from the images and sounds, runnig right into Amycus.

[Amycus Carrow]

Laughing madly as he drank in the abject terror on the blonde's face, the Death Eater held his arms open wide, letting the blinded youth run to him and colide with his chest, limbs wrapping around tightly as he lifted the boy up and swung him round with an invigorated whoop.

"Aah, Ally-kins, isn't it beutiful?" he asked his sister, flashing her a manic smile as Draco fought his terrors. "The mind is such a wonderful place!"

[Alecto Carrow]

"It sounds beautiful brother but remember, only for so long- the Dark Lord still has plans for him and mental doesn't heal as quickly as physical," Alecto risked swinging her feet back and forth.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco was too focused on the pain in his mind to even realize where he was as he crumpled in the mans hold, allowing himself to be swung around without protest.

[Amycus Carrow]

Psychotic giggle still bubbling up from within, Amycus set the boy back on his feet - well... that is to say stopped swinging and held him up, he was really to... crumply to stand. Like wet paper, all soggy and soft at the bottom. Holding him tight, the man nuzzled at his head in mock affection, shushing and cooing to him as a mother migh a child having a nightmare.

"Oh Ally, always so sensible... spoil sport," he scolded her, shooting her a sly look over his shoulder, though he seemed to heed her, only holding the spell a moment longer before finally letting it abate, arms still around the whimpering, trumatised child as he stroked his hair and rocked him.

"Hush now, sweet child, the nightmares are all gone~" the dark wizard cooed to him.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco continued to pull at his own hair for several moments after the nightmares dissipated, even sagging against the younger Carrow as he worked to regain what he could of his senses.

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus's grin was positively vicious with glee as his head tilted back to watch through half lidded eyes as the boy leaned into his touches unconsciously, long fingered hands still stroking though his hair.

"There there, sweetling... nothing to be afraid of here," he chuckled, the noise deep in his chest as he waited for Draco to come around.

[Draco Malfoy]

The boy yanked away jerking from the touch, though he stumbled a bit he regained himself, his gaze locking on Amycus (a bit cloudy but still managing it).

[Amycus Carrow]

The laughter, cold cruel and mad, left his lips once again as the boy stumbled away, his gaze still fighting to fix completely on the cause of his distress. Amycus spread his arms again, taking a step closer with a predatory smirk.

"Aaah, Draco, darling. Why so shy all of a sudden? Weren't you enjoying my comfort...?"

[Draco Malfoy]

"No," the boy hissed, bumping his shoulder on the stall door but managing to end up on the other side instead of trapped once more as he slowly backed up.

[Amycus Carrow]

Mar 11, 2014 13:52:44 GMT -5 Draco Malfoy said:

"No," the boy hissed, bumping his shoulder on the stall door but managing to end up on the other side instead of trapped once more as he slowly backed up.

The smirk grew as Amycus idly stalked him, motions slow and confident, like a cat with a wounded bird.

"Oh but I disagree," the male twin purred, pink tongue flicking out to run over his top lip like he was hungry. "A few moments before you were lapping it up. See how easy it is for your bodies to betray you Draco? For your minds to crumble and leave you helpless and totally at my mercy...?"

[Draco Malfoy]

This time the boy didn't answer, he just kept backing up, slowly making his way towards the door.

[Amycus Carrow]

"Oh Draco, I'm insulted. How dumb do you think I am?" he sing-songed at the blonde, flicking his wand out to cause the door to the room to lock the door, trapping the Slytherin in. "Silly boy, if you want out you need to ask."

[Draco Malfoy]

The boy sighed and gave a frustrated huff his gaze turning to the man with a frown. Whatever, he just wanted to get this over with, cat and mouse was worse than just regular torture. "Fine. Let me out."

[Amycus Carrow]

Ah now, that was less exciting, Amycus had been enjoying that blank, animal fear in the kid's eyes but his rationale was starting to creep back in.

Boooring. Maybe it was time to stop toying with him and skip to the screaming...?

Flicking his wand, the Death Eater wrapped a rope of air around Draco's throat, yanking him forwards by it until he was back before the older wizard.

"Whats in it for me if I do?" he breathed, lowering his face to lock eyes with the little richboy, a finger lifting to trail down Draco's cheek.