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Made Real
“It wasn’t supposed to be you,” Evans said in a despairing voice. “Sev was supposed to come.”
Regulus ignored her as he slowly rotated on the spot, examining every detail of the runic circle they found themselves in. Evans had obviously taken great care in copying some sort of obscure ritual, carefully transcribing every single rune into the packed, dirt floor. Regulus had always been good at Ancient Runes, had received an O for his Runes OWL and NEWT, so he had no problem deciphering what the ritual circle was supposed to accomplish.
Evans crossed her arms, a mulish look on her face that did little to take away from her beauty. The combination of pale, freckled skin, deep red hair and bright green eyes made for an attractive young woman, even if she was a mudblood.
“Why in Merlin’s name are you trying to seduce Severus with magic?” Regulus muttered as the intention of the runic circle became clear. “He’s been carrying a torch for you for years and years, even after you dumped him. I doubt he’ll need any magical prompting to copulate with you.”
Evans’ expression went from mulish to disgusted in seconds, her dainty little nose wrinkling while her lips all but disappeared into a thin line. This only added to Regulus’ confusion, since Severus had told him that Evans had, after years of silence, contacted him again, all but begging Severus to meet up with her. Yet here Evans was, obviously not as charmed by her childhood friend as Severus still was of her.
“Though why you decided to fuck Severus now, after you married Potter just last year is a mystery,” Regulus continued, walking the edge of the circle, translating every rune he came across. “Oh,” Regulus said while a chill ran up and down his back. “It’s a trap. You’ve actually trapped us. We won’t be able to leave this circle until the ritual’s conditions are met.”
“It was supposed to be Sev,” Evans whispered, glaring at Regulus with all her might, as though this whole mess was somehow his fault.
No, as far as Regulus was concerned, this was entirely Severus Snape’s fault. Regulus wasn’t even sure why Severus had asked him to meet Evans in his stead. They’d never been particularly close, not even at Hogwarts. Severus was a year older than Regulus and though they shared the same House, Severus spent his every waking minute attached at the hip with Evans, at least for the first five years of their Hogwarts education. By the time Evans dumped Severus and started to ignore him, Regulus had his own friends he spend time with. Barty Crouch Jr, Oliver Travers and Stuart Rowle were the people Regulus socialized with during his Hogwarts years.
Nowadays, Regulus didn’t have much time to socialize, since the Dark Lord kept him busy with nonsensical tasks. Regulus desperately wanted to prove himself to the Dark Lord, but the Dark Lord rather gave important tasks to a half-blood like Severus fucking Snape. While Regulus was left to pick up whatever odd jobs were left. The latest order Regulus had fulfilled was to loan Kreacher to the Dark Lord just that morning, though he had no idea why the Dark Lord even needed a house-elf. Or why he didn’t have house-elves of his own. Surely someone of his status should have a small army of them to see to his every want and desire.
Before the Dark Lord had left, he’d given Severus and a few others some urgent orders that clearly couldn’t wait and thus Severus had all but pleaded with Regulus to go meet with Evans in his stead and make his excuses. Severus had seemed genuinely panicked at the thought of Evans believing he’d stood her up after all these years. At first Regulus had thought of refusing, simply on principle, but after some thought he realized this would put Severus in his debt. And Regulus loved having people in his debt, like any ambitious Slytherin.
Perhaps Severus had asked Regulus to meet with Evans in an abandoned Muggle barn in the middle of nowhere, because Regulus was one of the few inner circle Death Eaters who wouldn’t curse and kill Evans on the spot. While Regulus considered Evans a filthy mudblood and Severus an upstart half-blood who didn’t seem to understand his place in society, he wasn’t the kind of wizard who wanted to kill them for their unlucky type of birth. Regulus firmly believed that mudbloods should be made to serve purebloods, but they couldn’t do that if they were all dead.
“Obviously, Severus had more important things to do than to meet up with a mudblood like yourself, Evans,” Regulus said, nose stuck in the air, because he really hated that he’d walked right into a trap set by a filthy mudblood. He hated even more that he’d been too complacent to even consider that a mudblood like Evans might set a trap in the first place.
Evans didn’t seem at all impressed by Regulus’ insult. “Oh, so the pureblood gets to do the menial tasks instead. Yes, that makes perfect sense.”
Regulus ignored Evans’ sharp tongue and went back to staring at the runes. “You still haven’t explained why you felt the need to magically trap Severus just so you could force him to fuck you.”
“Because your bitch of a cousin cast an infertility curse at James!” Evans shouted, cheeks reddening with anger. “He won’t be able to ever father children.” The last was said with in a small voice full of regret.
Ah yes, Regulus remembered that joyous occasion with a fond smile. When it was announced that a pureblood heir like James Potter had married a mudblood like Lily Evans, Bellatrix had started frothing at the mouth with outrage and she’d made it her personal mission to show James Potter just how much she disapproved of his life choices. She’d gone out of her way to curse Potter and ensure he’d never be able to create a half-blood with his mudblood whore.
Evans looked Regulus up and down, green eyes narrowed. “But I suppose you’ll do as well. Sirius is going to be the godfather, and I’m sure he’ll be happy to have a blood relationship to his godchild.”
“Pardon?” Regulus stared at Evans as though she’d just proposed marriage to him. Was she really insinuating that she was going to force Regulus to impregnate her? “You do realize what you’re doing is highly illegal? I am the heir to the House of Black. Magically forcing me to give you a child is considered line theft and holds a life sentence in Azkaban.”
Evans’ mouth dropped open, which was not a good look on her. Clearly she hadn’t considered the consequences of her actions. “But we can’t leave the circle unless we fuck.”
“So that was how you were going to convince Severus,” Regulus mused as he looked around the circle again. “By trapping him until he gave you what you wanted.” Yeah, Severus might have easily caved for Evans’ wishes, because even after Evans stopped speaking to him years ago, Severus was still obsessed with her. Anyone who knew him since his Hogwarts days knew as much. But Regulus wasn’t Severus and he had no intention to create a bastard child with a mudblood married to another man.
Regulus shuddered just thinking about what his mother might do if she ever found out Regulus had mixed his precious pureblood seed with a mudblood to create a half-blood. Walburga Black might not disinherit Regulus over it, since he was the only heir she had left, but Regulus knew she was creative and cruel enough to find a way to make Regulus suffer for a very long time.
Without further pause, Regulus pulled his wand from its holster and quickly cast an infertility spell on himself. It would last a week and it would ensure that no matter what happened in that abandoned muggle barn that day, no children would be created.
“What?” Evans stared at Regulus with wide eyes. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I won’t be taken advantage of,” Regulus said in an even tone, glaring at Evans as though daring her to argue.
“But the only way to get out of here is for us to fuck,” Evans said in a voice that became high with hysteria. “I don’t want to fuck you unless you give me a child.”
Regulus shrugged, as though he didn’t have a care in the world. “That’s not my problem. I’m not the criminal here who set up a magical trap with the intention of committing line theft.” Examining the circle again, Regulus could see at least three weak points in the runic arrays. Give him an hour or two and he could break the circle without any harmful side-effects so they could both walk out of there without needing to do the deed.
But where would be the fun in that?
See, Regulus was still a virgin. Being a pureblood heir meant that you only got to hang out in pureblood circles full of pureblood witches who were taught from a young age to save themselves for marriage. So Regulus had shockingly few opportunities to lose his virginity at Hogwarts or since then. He’d shared a few sloppy hand-jobs with Barty, just to see what it was like. But while the orgasms were pleasant enough, Regulus had learned that he wasn’t attracted to men beyond a superficial appreciation for the male physique.
No, Regulus very much loved women and he was as eager as any healthy young wizard to finally fuck one.
Besides, Regulus rather liked the idea of fucking precious Lily Evans before Severus ever got the chance. Severus had spent months upstaging Regulus in front of the Dark Lord, arrogant bastard that he was, and now Regulus had a chance to exact a little revenge while he finally lost his virginity. And Evans may be a mudblood, but she was quite pretty. Plus she was a friend of his brother and married to his brother’s best friend.
Yeah, the more Regulus thought about it, the more he realized that by fucking Evans he’d be getting back at a whole lot of people who had hurt him in the past. Severus for upstaging him, Sirius for abandoning him, Potter for bullying him and Evans for trying to rape him to steal his seed.
“So, shall we get naked?” Regulus asked with a pleasant little smile as he started unbuttoning his robes.
“No!” Evans took two large steps back, face paling as the reality of the situation seemed to sink in.
“I suppose I could summon my house-elf and send for help,” Regulus murmured, giving Evans a sympathetic look, fingers playing with a few buttons. “I’m sure that a few professional curse-breakers could get us out of here in a day or two, before we perish from thirst. Of course, in that case I’ll be forced to press charges against you for attempted line theft.”
Evans shook her head, her long red hair swinging across her back. “You can’t.”
“I assure you, I can,” Regulus whispered as he took a step closer to Evans, giving her a smirk. “And I will. Unless you are a good little mudblood, get naked and spread your legs. In that case we won’t ever have to talk about any of this again. And I won’t even warn Severus what awaits him once he finally gets to meet up with you.”
“You’re a cold, evil bastard,” Evans said through gritted teeth, green eyes burning with hatred.
Regulus shrugged again. He’d not been this amused and entertained in a long time. “I’m also a horny bastard, so the choice is yours, really.”
Hands trembling, Evans reached for her robes and hiked them up, revealing lacy white knickers.
“No,” Regulus said at once. “Get naked. I want to see all of you.” Evans had a generous bosom and Regulus had wondered more than once, like most wizards and a few witches at Hogwarts, what Evans’ breasts really looked like.
“You are not in charge here,” Evans snarled in a final attempt to take back control of the situation.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Regulus said without an ounce of sympathy. Evans had intended to commit one of the worst crimes one could commit towards a pureblood. Regulus felt absolutely no regret about what he was doing. Evans only had herself to blame in the end. “You get naked and let me fuck you, or I’ll see you imprisoned in Azkaban for the rest of your life.”
For a moment, it seemed that Evans considered duelling him, her hand twitching towards her holster. Regulus kept his face a blank mask, eyes narrowed as he casually raised his own wand in her direction, as though to signal that he was more than willing to duel her if need be. Not that Regulus was a very strong duellist, but Evans didn’t know that. She did know that Regulus was a Death Eater, and Death Eaters had the reputation of being vicious in a fight. That is perhaps why Evans thought better of trying to battle her way out of the situation.
And what was she going to do, even if she won? She’d have a dead pureblood lying at her feet while she was still stuck in her own trap. Had she even told anyone where she was going? Was Potter even aware of what his wife was trying to do here?
With a mulish look on her face, her brow drawn down in a deep frown, Evans pulled open her robes and dropped them to the ground. She was wearing a white shift underneath, that barely covered her white lacy lingerie. Her skin was soft and pale, with a dusting of freckles across her shoulders. Regulus could see dusky nipples peeking through the lace of her bra. As he continued unbuttoning his own robes, his cock hardened in his trousers. Granted, Regulus was still young and it didn’t take a whole lot to arouse him on most days. But the sight of Lily Evans pulling her shift over her head was enough to see him rock hard in seconds.
Next was her bra, which she threw to the side carelessly, and Regulus’ mouth went dry as he stared at her breasts. They were large and heavy, her nipples pebbling in the cool air. Then she unceremoniously shoved her knickers down, revealing a patch of red hair nestled between her creamy thighs. Evans spread her arms and gave Regulus a look full of defiance.
“Here I am. You can rape me now,” Evans said through clenched teeth, as though hoping that saying that particular word out loud would make Regulus repent and withdraw his threats.
Yeah, fat chance. Evans had wanted to rape Regulus first. Now the tables were turned and she suddenly expected Regulus to be the better man? Ha! Regulus was a pureblood, and Evans was a mudblood meant to serve him in every way possible. That was simply how the world worked, no matter that Evans had managed to snatch up a pureblood heir for herself, allowing her to live well above her station.
“Lie down on your back,” Regulus whispered as he pushed his trousers down, taking his underwear with it. Since he hadn’t removed his shoes, his trousers pooled around his ankles, but he didn’t care about that. He was here to fuck Evans, not to parade around altogether naked.
Evans worked her jaw, teeth gnashing as she defied his order for several long moments, as though she was desperately thinking of ways to get out of the situation. But in the end she sighed and lowered herself to the ground. She spread out her robes a bit and lay down on top of them, gaze fixed on the high ceiling of the barn.
Regulus still had his wand in hand and he cast a simple lust charm on Evans. It would make her body willing, even if her mind was not.
Evans released a wanton moan and then glared at Regulus with all her might, realizing what magic he’d just used on her.
With a chuckle, Regulus lowered himself to the ground as he spread Evans’ knees. He manoeuvred closer until he could place his hand on her nether lips. He’d never seen a woman’s private parts so close. He’d seen plenty of pictures in some of the porn magazines he owned, of course, but he’d never had a woman’s privates close enough to touch. Carefully, Regulus reached out and ran a finger up Evan’s slit. He found her warm and wet, and at once Evans released another moan, even when her face was full of quiet fury.
Regulus spread her lips and studied the glistening folds he found there. He circled the tip of his finger around Evan’s clit, which was surprisingly hard. Evans bucked her hips up, her body clearly wanting more, but Regulus pulled his hand back. Under any other circumstances, he’d have loved to pleasure a woman, bring her to orgasm, but Evans didn’t deserve to feel any real pleasure for what she’d tried to do to him.
So without further ado, Regulus grabbed the base of his cock and leaned forward, placing his hand with his wand beside Evans’ shoulders while he guided his cock inside her body. She was slick and wet and Regulus felt no resistance as he pushed inside.
Evans had her eyes squeezed shut, her face turned to the side, but Regulus didn’t care since he suddenly found himself buried in a warm and wet body that hugged his cock just right. He pulled back a little and then drove forward with a bit more force. Evans moaned and Regulus gasped at the amazing sensation of actually fucking a woman.
With his free hand, Regulus palmed at Evans’ breasts while his hips bucked forward, his pleasure quickly growing. Yeah, he wasn’t going to last long, but Regulus didn’t care. He was fucking Lily Evans, his cock sliding in and out of her tight hole, and Regulus not only relished in the physical sensations of it, but also in the knowledge that he was pissing off a whole lot of people he didn’t particularly like.
Regulus’ climax almost came out of the blue, drawing a hoarse groan from him as he buried his cock inside Evans as far as he could. He rode the waves of pleasure as he shot his sterile seed deep inside of her.
“That was the worst fuck I’ve ever had,” Evans said, glaring up at him with shimmering eyes. She looked like she wanted to cry. Poor little mudblood.
“I couldn’t care less,” Regulus said as he pulled out of her body. “You’re a mudblood, Evans. You’ve served your purpose.”
“Scumbag!” Evans kicked him against his hip as Regulus got up and he quickly stepped back out of her reach. He’d let her have this one, since she’d been such a willing little slut.
“Whore,” Regulus countered with a smirk as he waved his wand around to quickly dress himself. “James Potter must be so proud of you. His little mudblood wife, spreading her legs so eagerly for another Black.” There had been a lot of rumours going around Hogwarts after Potter and Evans had started dating, that Sirius regularly got to have a taste of the mudblood as well.
“Sirius is a hundred times the wizard you will ever be!” Evans spat as she scrambled to her feet, robes clutched in her hands.
Regulus swallowed and kept his mouth shut, because the topic of Sirius was a delicate one. Regulus loved his brother, he really did, but he would never be able to forgive Sirius for abandoning him, leaving Regulus at the mercy of their mad mother. He released a deep, purposeful breath and then gave Evans a crooked smile which he knew made him look much more like Sirius than he usually did. “Thanks so much, Evans. This certainly was an entertaining afternoon.” And with that, Regulus turned his back on Evans, intending to stroll out of the barn with his head held high.
“Obliviate!”
A burst of magic hit Regulus in the back and he stopped walking at once. For a long, loaded moment, no one moved or even breathed. Then Regulus threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, you foolish girl.” He stared at her over his shoulder with a wide grin. What an ignorant mudblood she was. “Every pureblood worth their salt learns from an early age on to shield themselves from all manner of adverse magic, memory charms included. No, I’ll be cherishing my memories, Evans, no matter what you try to throw at me.”
“You despicable Death Eater! James and Sirius will obliterate you the next time they meet you in the field,” Evans shouted, her cheeks burning red, though Regulus wasn’t sure if it was with anger or embarrassment. Perhaps even both.
Regulus shrugged and resumed his stroll out of the barn, the ritual circle now broken since the magical conditions had been met. Regulus wasn’t worried about meeting Potter and Sirius in the field. Mostly because Regulus still wasn’t allowed to go on any raids, since his duelling skills weren’t yet up to the Dark Lord’s standards, much to Regulus’ frustrations. But also because Regulus knew that while Sirius might curse him a time or two, his brother wouldn’t permanently hurt him. No matter that they fought on opposite sides of this war, Regulus was sure that Sirius would never want to see Regulus badly injured or worse.
The moment Regulus stepped through the rotten barn doors, he apparated to the doorstep of Grimmauld Place. With a spring in his step he pushed the front door open and entered his home. He’d finally fucked a woman! Granted, it had all been over quite quickly, but Regulus could definitely see the potential this whole fucking thing had. He couldn’t wait to find someone else to fuck, perhaps someone willing and worthy of him, who’d let him truly explore her body. Yeah, Regulus vowed to put a bit more effort into finding a suitable witch from now on.
Quietly, as not to let his mother know he was there, Regulus climbed the stairs. He was in need of a shower. And afterwards, perhaps Regulus would seek out Severus and tell him all about what a pleasant little fuck Lily Evans really was. How eager she’d been to pleasure Regulus while she had never even given Severus so much as a kiss. Naturally, Regulus wasn’t going to mention that the whole meeting had been a trap. No, Severus was more than welcome to find out what kind of witch Evans really was by himself.
A crack announced Kreacher’s return from his mission with the Dark Lord just as Regulus reached the upstairs landing. First Regulus would check up on his beloved house-elf, see what the Dark Lord had him do, and then he’d find a way to rub the whole thing in Severus’ face for years to come.
The end.