25

"How did this happen?" Ginny asked as they all sat around the table. The funeral had been over for about an hour, and they were now sitting in shock, trying to figure it all out. "Everything was fine just a few months ago! Now, my son and your daughter are both dead."

Draco picked up his glass of vodka and drank it in one swallow. He filled it back up and offered the bottle to Harry, who gladly took it and refreshed his own drink.

"Weasley," Draco said. He stilled called her that, even though she had been Ginny Potter for years. "It just happened, and we all know why. There was nothing we could have done to stop it."

Hermione was sitting back in her chair, staring at the floor. The funeral had been the hardest thing she had ever had to endure. Her baby was gone...dead, and it was all her fault. "There was something I could have done."

They all turned to look at her. Harry set his drink down. "What are you talking about, Hermione?"

Suddenly, the tears that she had thought long gone fell from her eyes. "It's my fault! I knew what was going to happen, but I just couldn't stop it!"

Draco stood up and put his hands on her shoulders. "Honey, you're distraught, there is no way that you..."

"I'm telling you that I knew about Jade having an affair! I knew that Raiden was going to kill himself, and I knew that she would die giving birth to Jasper!"

"But, how?" Ginny asked.

"Amee told me. I mean the 'older' Amee, the one from the future. She told me everything."

Draco seemed to wilt right where he was standing. "Why didn't you tell me? You knew all this time, and you never said anything." He realized he was squeezing her shoulders too tightly when he heard her whimper, and he let go. Walking over to the window, he pulled back the curtain and looked out over the mist-covered grounds of the Manor. "I could have helped. Together we could have fixed this!"

"I can't believe you knew that my son was going to kill himself and yet you didn't bother letting me know!" Ginny was quaking in anger. "I would have kept him as far away from your mentally disturbed daughter as best as I could!"

"Ginny!" Harry said, abashed by her rudeness.

"Well, it's true! There was something deeply wrong with that girl, we all sensed it!"

Harry looked apologetically at Hermione. "I'm sorry, she's just upset."

"There is no need to apologize, she's right. There was something wrong with her. I knew it from the start, but she was my child, and I loved her." Hermione wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "She had a very sad life, and sometimes I wonder if she would have been better off not being born."

"Hermione!" Draco said, shocked. "How can you say that?"

"It's how I feel. It would have spared us all the suffering and grief." She noticed that they were all looking at her in total horror. "Sometimes, I wish we never had of made love that night, and then she never would have been conceived!"

"But we did, and she was born, and she did terrible things and caused everyone she loved pain. Now, you tell us that it could have been stopped!" Draco slammed his drink down. "What else are you keeping from us? From me?"

"Nothing! I don't know anything else! Amee only had time to tell me about Jasper being born, and then you were screaming, and we ran to the bedroom. Remember?" At that moment, Hermione was so terrified of telling him that there was more she had been hiding. He was drunk and angry, and besides, Harry and Ginny were there, and Jasper was none of their business. She decided that she would tell him later when he was sober and not so crazy with grief.

"You better not be lying to me, Hermione," Draco said. It didn't cross his mind that he was just as guilty about keeping secrets as she was.

"Maybe we'd better go," Harry said, pulling Ginny to her feet. "I'll be in touch with you tomorrow." He gave Draco a brotherly hug. "I really am sorry, and so is Ginny."

"I know," Draco said with a weak half-smile.

"At least you have your grandchildren...both of them. That should be some comfort. We'll be over to pick up Amee next weekend for her visit. Take care of yourselves and let us know if you need anything." Harry kissed Hermione on the cheek, and then he and his wife left quietly.

"Hermione," Draco said, sitting down across from her. "If there is anything else you need to tell me, now would be the time." He reached across the table and took her hand. He looked into her face, and all he saw was sadness. He had never thought for one second that their lives would be this unhappy. He knew every marriage had its problems, but it seemed like they had more than their share. "You know that I love you, don't you?"

"I know," she said. "It's the only thing I've ever been sure of."

He picked up her hand and kissed it. He loved this woman so much! The thought of losing her was terrifying. "I have to tell you something." It was time that he confessed the secret that was eating him alive.

Just then, Jasper started crying, and Hermione stood up. "The baby needs me."

Draco's courage went right out the window. He sighed and let go of her hand. "Then go to him."

Draco sat alone at the table, listening to Hermione singing to Jasper. She absolutely loved that baby, and he could barely get her to put him down. He guessed she felt so guilty about Jade that she had decided to make up for it by smothering the infant with love. It was a good thing, because HE felt no love for the child whatsoever. Every time he looked at Jasper, all he could see was the cause of his daughter's downfall, a product of an illicit affair that had brought about the death of two people.

He got up and started to put the cap back on the vodka bottle and then decided against it and poured himself another shot. The baby was now quiet, but Hermione was still singing. 'She really does have a beautiful voice,' Draco thought.

Taking his drink, he walked from the kitchen and into the library. As he crossed the threshold, he saw Hermione sitting in the rocker, cradling Jasper, and then suddenly, his eyes went funny. It was like he had tunnel vision. He could only see her and the baby, but every thing else was black.

Her singing seemed far away, and then it faded all together, replaced by voices. They were talking...a man and woman. The man was telling the woman he was so sorry about the way he acted. The woman was crying and telling him that she loved him and that he was forgiven.

'Here, let me pour you a drink.'

'Thank you.'

'It's your favorite. Red wine.'

For some reason, Draco's heart was pounding like mad, and he wanted to shout at the invisible woman to not drink the wine. What the bloody fuck was going on? Who were these people that he was hearing?

'I'm so happy you came. I was afraid that after everything he said to you yesterday, you wouldn't come back.'

'You needn't have worried; there is nothing on this earth that could keep me from being here today. Now, drink your wine, and then perhaps we can take a walk in the garden just like we used to.'

Draco was now having what could only be a panic attack. He was breathing far too heavily, everything looked bright, and now there was a low humming noise in his ears. There was something familiar about the woman's voice. He realized that it was Hermione's when he heard her laughing.

'I'd like that!'

He heard her laugh lightly, and then he saw her as clearly as day. She was standing by the fireplace, the flames casting shadows across her face. She slowly was bringing the glass to her lips. Draco actually rushed forward. "No! Don't drink it!" he screamed. "It's poison!" There was a blinding white flash and then blackness.

When he came to, he was lying in his bed. Hermione was wiping his forehead with a cool, wet cloth. "What? Where..." He tried to sit up, but his body felt like lead.

"You fainted in the library. Gave me quite a fright!"

"Hermione, do you remember when we visited the future, and you had that strange dream?"

"The one about some man giving me a glass of wine?" she asked, dipping the cloth in a bowl of water and wringing it out. "What about it?"

"Did he look familiar to you at all?"

Hermione thought for a moment. "In the dream I knew him, but as of right now, no, he doesn't seem familiar at all. In fact, I can't really recall his features anymore."

"Oh."

"Are you okay? What happened back there?"

"I must have had too much to drink and passed out," he lied. He knew that what he witnessed was very important. If only he had seen who Hermione was with! Maybe he could have recognized him, and then he'd know who the murderer was.

"There's a first for everything isn't there?" she said with a smile. "Draco Malfoy, who can drink any man under the table, passed out from a little vodka! Just wait until I tell Ron!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

She smirked at him. "Oh, yes, I would!" She gathered up the bowl and cloth. "I think after I check on Amee and Jasper I'll Floo him with the news!"

"Great, I'll never hear the end of it!" Jasper's newborn cry floated into the room, making him cringe. All that baby ever did was cry!

"Ten o'clock, feeding time!" Hermione said. "I swear, the way that baby eats! He's going to grow up to be a giant fat guy with a jolly sense of humor and no friends!"

***

She was dead wrong. Jasper grew up to be a very attractive and fit man. The only problem was that he knew he was gorgeous and used it to his advantage. Conceited was an understatement when it came to Jasper. He really, deep down inside, believed that he was the most charming, witty and sexiest man to ever walk the earth. Most would have agreed, but there were some, Amee in particular, who thought him shallow, narcissistic and evil beyond belief.

Draco thought the boy reminded him way too much of his father. The way he flaunted the fact that he had money, the way he thought he was better than everyone else, and especially the way he manipulated everyone. He thought that maybe Jasper was Lucius reincarnated, sent here to avenge the fact that Draco had murdered him. Maybe he was a demon from hell. Who knew? They didn't know who or what his father was. All Draco knew for sure was that Jasper had Hermione wrapped around his well-manicured little finger.

Hermione loved Jasper and saw none of his bad qualities, or if she did, she ignored them. To her, he was handsome and charming...'A little spark of the bad boy in him, but didn't Draco have that same spark?' she thought. Jasper brought her gifts, took her for walks in the gardens during twilight, and he never failed to bring her a glass of her favorite red wine in the evening. They would sit in the library and discuss books. Jasper was very intelligent, well read and a great conversationalist. He was perfect in her eyes.

The only person who really knew Jasper was Jasper. He was the only one who knew that hatred and darkness lay in his heart...his very soul. He knew from the first time he could think coherent thoughts that he was different. For one thing, he seemed to be possessed of a great magical power that no one else seemed to have. He could hurt people and animals just by thinking about it.

The first time it happened, he had been playing in the barn with Amee. He was about five at the time, and she was ten. He hated the way she tried to boss him around just because she was older. She thought he should do everything SHE said, play everything SHE wanted to play.

"We're going to play circus," she said, climbing onto the stall and balancing on the back of a huge, black horse named Thunder. "I'll do the horse tricks, and you can be the Ring Master."

"I want to do the horse tricks! You be the stupid Ring Master!" Jasper said, climbing the stall.

"Jasper, get down, you're going to fall and get hurt!" Amee said as her little brother pulled himself up and then tried to get on the horse.

"No! You get down! I want to ride the horse!" He grabbed her hair and pulled and then tried to push her off the horse's back, but Amee grabbed him, trying to hold on, and he fell off instead, landing on his back in the straw-covered stall. He had the wind knocked out of him, and as he glared up at her in hate, something happened. An image of himself taking hold of Amee's arm and twisting it until it snapped flashed through his mind. He felt it push somehow from his head, and then he heard a loud snap and Amee screamed, falling from the horse and landing next to him with a thud.

She was flailing around and screaming, holding her weirdly bent arm. Jasper was shocked, but at the same time he felt exhilarated. He had done this! He had hurt her without touching her! Looking down at her again, he concentrated on an image of himself hitting her in the head with a rock, and sure enough, he heard the blow and then saw a gash appear on her forehead. She stopped screaming and lay silent.

He smiled gleefully. Amee would never boss him around again! His head snapped up when he heard his grandfather calling them in for lunch. Suddenly, he realized that he was going to get in trouble if he didn't do something. Quickly thinking up a lie, he put on his best frightened face, and he yelled for help.

The first person Amee saw when she came to was Jasper. He was standing next to her bed, grinning. "Hello, Amee. Are you feeling better?"

Amee stared at him with huge scared eyes. She wanted so badly to scream, but all of the spit in her mouth had dried up.

"How did it feel?" he asked her, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

Amee automatically scooted away from him, hugging the blanket close to her chin. "How did what feel?" she managed to ask.

"Did it hurt when I broke your arm?" His face looked so innocent, but his eyes were deep, swirling pits of evil. "Are you going to answer me, Amee?"

"You get away from me right now, or I'll..."

"Don't you even think about telling Grandmother or Grandfather," he said. "Or I'll have to hurt you again."

"Well! My girl is awake!" Draco said, strolling into the room. "It's a good thing Jasper was with you when you fell," Draco said, patting him on the head. "This little hero saved your life."

"Saved my life?" Amee said, catching Jasper's eye. He put his finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet.

"If you had been alone, lying there unconscious, that horse probably would have trampled you to death. Lucky for you, your little brother was there to call for help."

"Yeah, lucky for me," Amee whispered. As she stared at Jasper, she suddenly shivered. There was something wrong with him, very wrong. This wasn't the first time she had felt it. Sometimes, she would catch him staring at her as if in a trance. He would start to babble incoherently, his eyes would roll back in his head, and then he would collapse. It always scared the crap out of her, and for a long time, she never wanted to be alone with him.

Hermione would always find him lying on the floor as if he was dead. He wouldn't be breathing, and he had no pulse. Suddenly, his body would jerk, and he would start gasping for air. Always, after Hermione had rocked him and calmed him, he would tell her that while he was 'asleep' he left and went into the scary, dark place. He said he would scream for her and that it was hard to breathe and he couldn't move his arms or legs.

Draco and Hermione were at a total loss as to what was causing his 'episodes'. They had numerous tests done, and they always came back negative. After he turned five, the episodes became less frequent, and in the past four months, he had collapsed only twice. They hoped that he would eventually grow out of it...and he did.

Amee went to Hogwarts the following year. She was sad to leave her grandparents, but was happy to get away from her increasingly strange and violent brother. After the incident in the barn, she did her best to keep as far away from him as possible. He was a freak, and a dangerous one with terrible powers. He had hurt her a few more times; nothing like what happened in the barn, just deep scratches and bites that would appear on her body when Jasper was feeling particularly angry with her.

Sometimes, as she was gazing out her window, she would see him chase the barn cats or rabbits around until he caught one. He would hold it tightly, look around and then, take off into the barn. She wondered what he did to those poor animals. More than once, she was going to tell her grandparents about what Jasper could do, but fear would take over. There was no telling what he would do to her if he found out.

Even while she was at Hogwarts, she would lie in bed and wonder what he was doing to those poor animals. She was sure he wasn't just petting them.

Jasper started off with spiders. He would catch them in the barn and put them in glass jars where he could watch as he injured them with his mind. He'd twist their little legs until they were hanging by a thread, or make them smoke as he imagined them being burned by a magnifying glass.

After he got bored with the bugs, he moved onto the cats. There were many kittens who made their home in the barn, and it was easy to catch them. He would pet them, make them trust him, and then he would watch as they cried out in pain as their heads were twisted or their tails were flattened as if hit with a sledge hammer.

He realized that he had to be close to his victims. Thinking about hurting them while they were not in sight didn't work. He also tried to hurt the animals so badly that they would die, but that never worked either. They were just so severely wounded that they were on the verge of dying. He would then crush the bugs or even bury the cats and rabbits alive. Sometimes, he would dig them up weeks later to see what they looked like.

By the time he was eleven, Jasper had the whole 'good boy' act down pat. He believed that nobody suspected what he really was except Amee. He didn't really worry about her too much. She only came home during holidays, and then her time was split between the Manor and her grandfather and grandmother Potter's house. He had a feeling she was trying to avoid him, and it made him laugh to think that soon he would be at school with her, and then she wouldn't be able to hide.

Amee was so not looking forward to her little brother coming to Hogwarts. True, she was years ahead of him, but the fact that he could be hiding around every corner waiting to hurt her was terrifying to her. What if he started to do things to the other students? Maybe that would be the best thing that could happen. Everyone would find out what a demented freak he was without her saying a word. He wouldn't be able to blame her.

Jasper was sorted into Slytherin, much to Draco's delight. "It's about time! I was beginning to think our family consisted of a bunch of Hufflepuffs!" He smiled proudly. "The only boy, and he's a Slytherin!"

"Not all the kids are Hufflepuffs, Draco," Hermione said, amused. "Ruby was a Ravenclaw."

"That's all fine and dandy, but what about Jade and Emerald? Merlin only knows what Ruby's kids are going to be! Bunch of Longbottom sissies!"

"Are you still on about that?" Hermione asked, laughing. "You knew it was going to happen, I told you about the family tree!"

"I know, but still! Our daughter married to the son of Neville Longbottom and Looney Lovegood!" Draco rolled his eyes. "I just know their kids are going to be absent-minded dorks who suck at potions, and go around wearing vegetables for jewelry and searching for Snorkacks!"

Hermione lost it, and she started laughing hysterically. "Draco!"

"Well, it's true!"

"Maybe the Ravenclaw in her will balance it all out," Hermione said, wiping her eyes. "I guess we'll soon find out, won't we? Ruby's baby is due in a few weeks."

"Another girl, huh?" Draco said, disappointed. "What is with all the girls? It's sad that when I die, the Malfoy name will die with me."

Hermione looked at him funny. "Jasper's last name is Malfoy."

"Yes, but he is not a true Malfoy." Draco could tell Hermione was going to flip, and he tried quickly to back track. "I mean he IS, but you know what I mean, his mother's last name was Potter, and who knows what his father's name was. We gave him the name Malfoy; he wasn't born with it."

Hermione looked at Draco, sadly. "You'll always look at him that way won't you? You'll always consider him the little bastard baby that ruined Jade's life, right?"

"Hermione..."

"He's an innocent boy, Draco! What happened is not his fault!"

"I know that, damn it!"

"Then stop treating him like a plague! He's your grandson, for God's sake!"

"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Draco's face was red with anger. "How dare you say I treat him badly! I love that child!"

"Do you? Do you really?" Hermione said, glaring at him. "Then why do you look at him the way you do?"

"What way? What are you talking about!" he yelled, looking guilty. And he had every reason to look guilty because he did stare at him. It just hit him one day that maybe it was Jasper who was going to kill Hermione. He didn't know why he thought this; it just popped into his head. He started to watch the child more closely, and what he saw disturbed him.

He had noticed for some time that the cats were becoming few in numbers. Which was odd because barn cats bred like crazy, and there had always been at least twenty of them running around. Draco knew Jasper loved animals, and he spent most of his time in the barn with the horses. He didn't know why, but for some reason he thought maybe Jasper had something to do with the decrease in the cat population.

Draco hid in the barn, feeling a little foolish for spying on a ten-year-old. Jasper walked in a few minutes later, and from where Draco was hiding, he could see that he was carrying a puppy. Where he got the puppy from, he didn't know. There were no dogs at the Manor.

"Aren't you a cute little puppy?" Jasper said, giving the puppy a kiss on the nose. He sat down in the corner on a bale of hay and put the puppy down, where it went to work sniffing the floor. "You're so cute that I almost hate to do this to you."

As Draco watched, he became increasingly mystified. Jasper was just staring very hard at the little beagle, nothing else, just staring at it. Suddenly, there was a yip from the dog, and it fell over, foaming at the mouth. Draco almost let out an audible gasp, but managed to stifle it. The animal was now twitching, and blood was pouring from its mouth and ears; it looked to Draco as if the dog's head was being crushed by an invisible force.

Jasper tore his eyes away from the half-dead puppy and stood. "You poor thing, here, let me put you out of your misery." He picked it up and twisted its neck, breaking it.

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Draco said, standing and coming out of his hiding place. He was literally sick to his stomach by the sight he had just witnessed.

Jasper was taken by surprise, and he jumped, the puppy falling with a sickening thud to the floor. "Grandfather!" It was the last person he ever wanted to find out about this. He could always talk his way out of it if it were his grandmother, but not his grandfather. He was the only person who scared him shitless. He had a temper to match his own, and from what he had seen, his grandfather was a very powerful wizard.

Draco looked down at the dog and then back at Jasper. "Is this what you've been doing out here in the barn? Killing animals?"

"Grandfather, please! It's not what you think!"

Draco grabbed him and threw him up against the wall, pointing his wand directly in Jasper's face. "You have ten seconds to explain yourself, and then I'm really going to lose it."

Jasper desperately searched his mind for a story that Draco would believe. "The... the puppy was sick! I found it by the hedges. It was having some sort of seizure or something, so I brought it back to the barn to see if I could help it!"

"Help it? I saw you snap its neck!" He shook the boy, his head bashing into the wall behind him. Suddenly, there was a feeling like he was punched in the face, and he let go of his grandson and staggered back wards. He wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. "How dare you strike me!"

Jasper was thrown into the air and landed on his back at Draco's feet. His grandfather's foot was suddenly on his chest, crushing the air from his lungs. "Please! I can't breathe!" he pleaded. "Grandfather, I was only putting the puppy out of its misery!"

Draco pushed down a little harder before removing his foot. "Is this the truth?"

Jasper sat up slowly, taking huge gulps of air. "I swear!"

"You haven't been torturing and killing the cats?"

"No! How could you think such a thing?" he said, trying to sound appalled.

Draco was silent; thinking about what he had just accused his only grandson of doing. Did he just jump to conclusions, or was the boy lying? He tried to use his skills in Legilimency to penetrate his mind. He wanted to see what was there, and all he saw was darkness. No thoughts, which really disturbed him. There was SOMETHING always there, even when someone was trying to block you from reading their mind.

Jasper knew what he was doing and concentrated on making a false memory of himself tending to injured birds and cats, and even a garden gnome. It seemed to work because he saw Draco physically relax, and he lowered his wand.

"I'm sorry," he said simply and held out his hand. He didn't know if Jasper had really been killing poor defenseless creatures or not, but he did recognize a fake memory when he saw one.

Jasper took it and after standing on his feet and brushing the dust and hay from his clothes, he turned to Draco. "I know you hate me, but I never realized until today just how much. Now I know exactly what you think of me!" He was pleased at the shocked look on his grandfather's face.

"I'm sorry that I disappoint you. I'm sorry that I'm a fatherless bastard, and I'm sorry I killed my mother!" He added some tears to make his little speech more believable. After all, he wasn't sorry for any of those things.

Draco wasn't fooled for one second. "You can cut the shit, son. You're not fooling me one little bit."

Jasper stopped the tears and glared at Draco.

"You are my daughter's son, and my grandchild, and I love you. I only want the best for you. If you are having some sort of problem that you can't control, you can always come to me, and I'll try my best to help you."

"I'm telling you that I don't have a problem." Jasper looked Draco dead in his face. "I'm telling you the truth."

"Fine. You will not be allowed in the barn alone anymore."

"But..."

Draco turned and headed for the door. "I won't mention this to your grandmother." 'Great! another secret!" Draco thought to himself. "Take care of your mess and then come inside the house. Lunch should almost be ready." He left Jasper standing there, and as he walked away, he swore he felt something like a thousand tiny pins poking him all over his body.

From that day on, Draco kept a close eye on the boy. He couldn't help but wonder if he was going crazy. Who in their right mind would think their grandchild was some sort of demon, or even worse, a serial killer. He had read that serial killers tortured animals when they were young, and maybe that's how the idea of Jasper being Hermione's murderer began to sound more plausible every day.

***

During his first three years at school, Jasper was known for his cruel practical jokes and his witty sense of humor. Later, he was well known for his good looks and voracious sexual appetite.

He learned that being rich, charming and handsome, he could have almost anything and any girl he wanted. And when a girl refused to be taken in by his charm, he would force her. They always cried and begged for him to stop at first, but more often than not, they always came back for more. He would give them a good fucking and then send them on their way. Women were weak and deserved to be used.

He never went home for holidays, much to his grandmother's dismay. She missed him, and not a day went by that he didn't receive a package of goodies from her. He liked to stay behind when everyone else went home. There was little supervision, and he and his friends were free to do whatever they wanted.

He was famous for the drunken orgies that took place every Christmas Eve in the Slytherin common room. Jasper loved sex, especially the violent kind. More than once, he had almost come close to killing a sex partner. He liked to wrap his strong hands around the girl's neck and squeeze while he fucked her. Sometimes, the girl would pass out, and he'd just keep fucking her, but sometimes the girl would turn an ugly shade of purplish blue and he would have to stop and resuscitate her with mouth to mouth.

More than once, he snuck up on a poor, unsuspecting girl, dragging her into an empty classroom or broom closet. He Stunned her and then took advantage of her. To him it was intoxicating to be able to do to them whatever he wanted. He felt powerful and invincible. Jasper believed that everyone should want him, worship him, and if they didn't...well, he had ways of making them.

The summer after he graduated, he was stunned when Amee showed up at the Manor. He hadn't seen her for at least three years, and the last time he saw her, she wasn't feeling very well. Amee had been sick off and on all that year and had looked like hell. Now, she strolled into the room looking gorgeous and sexy. Jasper sat up and took notice of her. She had long, blond, flowing hair that fell to her waist; she was wearing a tight black dress that hugged every curve, and he especially loved her sensuous red lips and finger-tips.

She hadn't noticed him lying on the sofa and started when he sat up. "Jasper?" she said. "I hardly recognize you!" He was very tall and muscular. His shiny, black hair was fashionably tousled, and his grey eyes smoldered with intensity. She had to admit that he had turned out to be a very handsome man. As he stood and walked towards her, she suddenly felt a rush of panic. Although she hadn't seen him in years, she still remembered all too well what he was capable of.

"Amee!" he said. "It' so nice to see you again!" He reached out and pulled her in close, embracing her. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest, and the bare skin of her back felt so soft under his fingers. She smelled of some light perfume that made him think of honeysuckle on a hot, summer day. He knew right then and there that he wanted her.

Amee stiffened at his touch, but soon relaxed. Maybe he had changed. He did seem more mature and less of an asshole. She suddenly felt guilty for thinking the worst about him. "It's been so long."

Jasper reluctantly released her. "Too long. I almost forgot I had a sister!" He lifted up her hand and twirled her around. "You look wonderful." He gave her his most charming smile.

"And you! Look at you! All grown up and handsome. I bet you have girls fighting like jealous cats over you!" she laughed lightly. He was still holding her hand and smiling at her. For some reason, it reminded her of a cat at a mouse hole, lying in wait for its prey, and she suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Sliding her hand out of his, she walked over and sat down on the sofa.

"So, dear sister, what have you been up to?" Jasper asked, pouring himself a glass of scotch. "Do you want a drink?"

"Sure." She needed something to calm her nerves. "I'll have what you're having." He handed her the drink and then sat down in the recliner across from her. "What have I been doing?" she said, sipping her drink. "I've been traveling. I went to Venice first and then Greece. I really loved Greece. All the ruins and..." She stopped abruptly in mid-sentence. He was staring at her. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're beautiful." He leaned forward, his eyes sweeping hungrily over her body. "Tell me, dear sister, how many men did you fuck in Greece?" He smirked at her. "I bet the men were clamoring to rip off your clothes, throw those long sexy legs of yours over their shoulders and suck that sweet pussy of yours until you screamed. I know it's something I'd love to do."

Amee blinked. Her face felt suddenly hot, and she wanted to run from the room. He was disgusting! He was a sick pervert! "My sex life is none of your business." She stood to leave. "I was actually willing to try and put the past behind us, to act like a real brother and sister should, but I see now that it will never happen!"

Jasper chuckled, swirling his drink around with his finger. "Why are you blushing?"

"I'm not!"

"Yes, you are," he said, sucking the scotch from his finger. "I think you'd like me to eat your pussy. Tell the truth now!"

Amee was too shocked to speak, and she turned on her heels and then fled from the room, slamming the door behind her. Why, oh, why did she come here? She knew Jasper was going to be here, but her grandfather had been begging her for some time to come for a visit. She missed her grandparents so much, and was so homesick at times that she would cry. The fear of seeing her brother was so intense that it kept her away, and no matter how many tearful letters she received from her grandmother, it was never enough for her to risk a visit. Her grandfather had actually shown up on the doorstep of the flat she was renting on the waterfront in the city of Volos. As soon as she saw him, she collapsed in his arms and bawled her eyes out.

"I've come to bring you home. I can't take any more of my wife crying herself to sleep every night!" He smoothed back the hair from her forehead and kissed it. "Never mind packing, I'll send for your things."

"I've missed you so much!" Amee said.

"You couldn't have missed me all that much because you haven't bothered to visit in two years!"

Amee was guilt ridden. "It's just that..."

"You haven't been sick again, have you? Your grandmother would throw a fit if she knew you had been lying in a hospital with strangers taking care of you." He looked at her, searching her face for any hint of illness, but saw nothing but the image of good health.

Amee couldn't tell him that she was so damn scared of Jasper that she had stayed away for years. She decided to tell him that, yes, she had been sick again. It wasn't exactly a lie; she had been ill off and on the past year. In fact, for two months straight, she had been unable to get out of her bed.

Still, none of the doctors could figure out what was wrong with her. The numerous tests and stays in the hospitals had yielded no answers. So, she was forced to live with the headaches that hurt so badly that she would sometimes scream. She had no choice but to learn to live with the endless days of throwing up and the sharp, shooting pain in her eyes. It wasn't always that way. There were months at a time when she had no symptoms and was able to live normally.

"I was ill, grandfather. I'm sorry I didn't tell you! I just didn't want to burden my family anymore."

Draco put his arm around the girl. "You were never a burden, and you never will be. Now, let's get going. I'm sure your grandmother is waiting impatiently, and we both know it's never a good idea to keep her waiting!"

After Apparating, Draco told her that Jasper had come home and that he was so happy to have both his grandchildren in the house again. Amee almost turned right around and Apparated back to Volos. Why did he have to wait until they were already here to tell her about Jasper?

Hermione told her that her brother was in the library and that he had no idea she was coming home. Amee decided that, for once, she wasn't going to let herself be afraid of him. She would walk into the library full of courage and face him. Who knew, maybe he had changed. Well, not only had he not changed, but now he was worse.

The things he said to her! It was like he knew about all those meaningless trysts she had. All those times in dark corners of noisy pubs when she let strange men slip their hands up her skirt or lift her up and fuck her against the wall while the music drowned out her moans and screams.

As she lay there in her bed thinking about it all, she started to fall asleep. Her body felt so relaxed, being in her own bed again. She loved the sounds of home. The tick tock of the grandfather clock in the hall, the low murmuring of the house-elves... Soon, she was asleep and dreaming.

Jasper crept down the hall, making sure that he wasn't seen. There was a new power he discovered he had, just this past year, and he wanted to try it out on his sister. He slowly and quietly turned the door handle and went inside.

He could barely make out her shape in the semi darkness of the room. She was lying across the bed on her back, her legs dangling over the edge, her hands resting on her stomach. He stood there, looking down at her beauty. Her head was tilted to the side, and her golden hair was splayed across the pink satin sheets. Her red lips were slightly parted and contrasted sharply with her pale skin.

He wanted so badly to kiss those blood red lips, to tangle his fingers in her hair, but then that would ruin his plan. She would definitely wake up, and he didn't want that. Jasper leaned over and put his face as close to hers as he dared. He could feel the tiny wisps of breath that came from her mouth, and he could also smell her perfume. He closed his eyes slowly, inhaling her scent, picturing her every feature, and then he penetrated her very dreams.

Back in school, one day in History of Magic, he was so damn bored that he decided to fantasize about fucking the girl across the aisle from him. He closed his eyes and pictured it as clearly as day in his mind. To his astonishment, the girl let out a tiny moan of pleasure, low enough that only he heard. Opening his eyes, he saw that she was flushed and wriggling around slightly in her seat. Her hands were running up and down her thighs, and her head was thrown back.

Luckily, they were sitting in the very back of the room and everyone else was either sleeping or doodling pictures, looking bored. Jasper grinned and closed his eyes again, picturing himself pounding into the girl's pussy with violent thrusts from behind while his fingers rubbed her clit raw. He suddenly heard her cry out, and everyone in the room turned around.

She was sitting there, red faced and sweaty, her chest heaving, her mind hazy with pleasure. Jasper smirked as she glanced at him, embarrassed. He gave her a wink, and she turned back around quickly.

He was in awe at this new-found power, using it every chance he got. He liked to sit in the library and give unsuspecting girls orgasmic pleasure without even touching them. He found that it was even more effective when the girl was sleeping like his sister was now. Their minds were so much more susceptible to his fantasies while they were dreaming.

In her dream, Amee was lying on her bed, just as she was now, except she was naked. Someone was licking their way up her body, very slowly and very erotically. Their tongue was hot and wet, and it sent shivers through her entire body. He parted her legs, and Amee moaned as his tongue licked her inner thighs, and she almost screamed in delight as his mouth latched onto her cunt, sucking her clit with vigor. She ran her hands through his hair, grabbing it and forcing his face harder into her cunt.

As her orgasm shook her body, he took the opportunity to ram his cock inside her body, making her gasp. She wrapped her legs around him as he buried his head in her neck and sucked the tender flesh. Palming her ass, he lifted her up and slammed into her, harder and faster with each trust. They were moaning and writhing and grunting like animals. Finally, she arched her back and screamed out as her orgasm exploded like a keg of dynamite. He came a second later. With one final thrust, he released inside of her, his body shaking, his hot breath on her neck.

Who was this man? This lover who could make her feel like no man had before? She slowly opened her tightly closed eyes, and the first thing she noticed was that he had black hair, the most beautiful black hair she had ever seen. He kissed the tips of her nipples, sending a shock through her body. She wanted to see his face, see who he was. She reached down and lifted his head, and to her horror, she was staring into the face of her brother. Amee screamed and screamed and screamed.

While she was screaming and flailing about on the bed, Jasper quickly and quietly left the room. He was very pleased with himself and was sure that if he kept this up every night, she would soon be his... And he was right.