Spoilers: 	none yet.
Warnings: 	shoujoai, character death, attempted rape.
Disclaimers:	J.K. Rowling might recognize some of these characters, even
		after I've mauled them.  Takeuchi Naoko might recognize others.
		Miyuu's mine.  Blanca Marina is nickamano's.

			 -<{  An End to Deviltry  }>-
				      By
			      St. Suika Roberts
				In Response To
			  nickamano@btinternet.com's
			       "Draco Devilism" 
				   Stories

	Aino Miyuu's breath catches in her throat, and she shifts, eyes half
closing in pleasure.

	*BAMN* her little fist comes down hard onto her tabletop, making
ink-bottle, quill-rest and wand rattle.  "suck.  Someone's hurting, a _lot_,"
she thinks, and thrusts her wand into her belt, dropping her quill onto its
rest.  She winces as another pleasurable rush of energy runs through her,
glances at her trunk, an ornate monstrosity of pink and white, then checks her
pockets for her spare clips and runs from the room, not bothering to stop for
her robe or the German Flektar poncho she had affected since the year before.

	"Common room.  I hope it's someone practicing /crucio/ again," she
pounds up the stairs, making as much noise as a small, eleven year old woman
can on solid stone.

	They don't appear to notice.  The door slamming back into the wall
doesn't make anyone pause in what they're doing, either.

	The Slytheryn common room is almost empty.  Malfoy and Marina, again,
on one of the sofas having oral sex, again.  Goyle, and one of the second
years, who's fighting back, and hurting.  Malfoy's saying something, `or we'll
put you down with the mudbloods-'

	Miyuu cuts him off, pulling her Kel-Tec P3AT mouse-gun from her shirt,
and bringing it to bear on the center of Goyle's face, barks, `Goyle!  Off the
girl, NOW!'

	Miyuu's command voice has made Navy SEALs jerk to quivering attention,
and buck privates pee their pants.

	Marina rolls off the couch, and starts scrambling for cover.

	Goyle murmors something that sounds like `Chang,' and shifts on top of
the girl, his pants off, lining himself up.

	`GOYLE!' Miyuu barks again.

	`Cho,' Goyle says, reaching down between the girl's legs.

	The mouse-gun speaks, a sharp, bright *BANG*.  Miyuu brings it back
down, but there's no need, Goyle's body already bleeding, limp, collapsed
useless onto the girl underneath him.

	Miyuu throws the body to the floor with an almost casual wave of her
hand, then turns to Malfoy.

	`And what were you going to do about that?' the first-year demands,
Kel-Tec held in both hands, but down, pointing in a safe direction.

	`I was going to help,' Malfoy says, reaching for his wand.  He whips
it up, `Stup-'

	*BANG*

	A small red dot appears between Malfoy's shocked eyes, and he falls
back onto the couch as Miyuu brings the mouse-gun back down.

	`And you?'  Miyuu asks Marina, as the sixth-year girl sits, lips
quivering, tears of fright shimmering in her eyes.

	`He's done this before, what was I to do?' she whimpers.

	`Stop him,' she sighs, `Go.  If I find out anything like this,' she
waves at the weeping girl on the table, `ever happens again, and you know
about it,' Miyuu shakes her head.

	Marina grabs the front of her blouse in both hands, and flees the
room.

	Miyuu walks over to the crying, bloody form on the desk, and gathers
her into her arms, keeping the Kel-Tec carefully in one hand, her index finger
around the trigger guard.

	The girl collapses, sobbing, against Miyuu, whimpering `Kaeritai, Uchi
ni kaeritai.'

	`I'll protect you,' Miyuu says, softly, in Japanese.

	`How?'

	Miyuu sits on the desk, gathering the girl into her lap.  `Megumi?'

	`Miyuu-chan?'

	`You got that, right?' Miyuu asks, softly stroking the girl in her
lap.

	`You issued a warning, twice, then fired, asked a bystander why he
didn't do anything, then shot him in self-defence.  What was happening?'

	`One of the third years had one of the smaller second-years, and was
going to rape her.  Draco Malfoy was watching, and having oral sex with his
girlfriend.  We need a CPS Special Agent in here, this was happening in the
bloody _common room_, for Eris's sake.  I don't know how deep the rot goes,
but . . . '

	`Something needs to be done.  I'll see if I can't get someone in there
within a week.'

	`Good,' Miyuu says, then turns back to the girl in her lap, `You're
Natsuko, aren't you,' she strokes her softly with her left hand, a long gentle
stroke from shoulder down to hip, `Nakajima Natsuko.'

	`Ha,' she catches her breath, `Hai, Aino-san.'

	`Miyuu de ii,' Miyuu smiles, then sighs, `I'm sorry about that,'
continuing to stroke the older girl.

	`About what, Miyuu,' she pauses just a moment, `chan?'

	`Not getting here quicker.  I'd so hoped that it was the fourth-years
practicing /crucius/ again.'

	`Who were you talking to?'

	`Megumi, the head of Child Protective Services,' Miyuu said, pausing
in her stroking to fish one of her spare clips from her front left pocket.
She drops the clip from her P3AT, slaps the full one into place, and places the
partially full one in the back pocket of her shorts.  Her right arm once more
wrapped around the older girl, she goes back to stroking her with her left
hand.

	Natsuko's breathing slows, and she hugs Miyuu close.

	Fifteen minutes later, Professor Snape steps into the common room,
only to recoil slightly at the pungent miasma of voided bowel and bladder,
slightly tinted with the sharp tang of blood.  His eyes take in the scene,
Malfoy up against the back of the couch, eyes wide, fly open, flacid penis
collapsed against his trousers, wand loose in splayed fingers.  Goyle's body
is partly hidden behind a desk, but utterly still.  On the desk, two girls,
one black haired pretty second-year, her uniform severely rumpled, being
stroked by a grey-haired first year.

	The first-year's other hand is holding a small pistol, powder-blue
grip with a black slide, elastic lanyard stretched.  It isn't aimed at Snape,
but only by a very little bit.

	`Aino, what happened?' he asks, his normal sneering tone replaced by a
slightly shrill annoyance, his face a trifle paler than normal as he meets the
woman's pale brown, seemingly golden,  eyes.

	`Goyle wanted to hurt Chang, and decided Natsuko would be a good
temporary substitute.  Malfoy decided to help,' Miyuu resumes her slow
stroking of Natsuko's back, `I confronted Goyle, he ignored me and continued
his preparations to rape Natsuko.  I shot him.  I confronted Malfoy.  He went
for his wand, started a spell, and I shot him.  I've been waiting for someone
to show up, so I could tell them that I've called Child Protective Services.
A Special Agent will be here within the week.'

	Severus winces, `Malfoy will have a cow.  Did you have to kill him?' he
waves at Draco's body.

	`He started /stupefy/, and he's shown very little empathy, and less
tact, even within the house,' she shrugs her right shoulder a little, `And
letting a rapist live is a bad idea.'

	`Then why haven't you done anything before?'

	`'Cause I hadn't seen, felt, found out about, anything where he'd not
obtained consent first.  I could feel it, she was so scared,' her voice goes a
little funny, `So scared.  So I came up as quick as I could, and interfered.'

	`Why didn't you call for Madame Pomfrey?' Severus asks, setting down on
the edge of a sofa, not the one Malfoy's body is on.

	`She wouldn't have-' Miyuu cuts herself off, `Oh, for them,' she
points to Malfoy's cooling body, `They died pretty much instantly.  They were
beyond saving before Marina left the room.'

	`I'll tell Dumbledore, and have someone deal with the bodies,' Severus
shakes his head, and stands, `Go to bed, it's been a trying night.'

	`Roger,' Miyuu gives him a half-bow over Natsuko's sleeping form.

	`Good night,' Severus says, then, at the door, `She's not . . . ' he
trails off, hunting for the proper words.

	`Just bruises, and,' Miyuu taps her head with her left hand knuckles.

	Severus's face falls a little, `That's good.  I'd so hoped . . . ' he
leaves the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

	Miyuu picks up the sleeping girl, then slips off the table, pistol
still carefully in hand, index finger around the trigger guard, pointed in a
safe direction even as she curls that hand around the girl's shoulders.

	She reaches up and opens the door down to her room with her toes,
annoyed, as always, by their shortness as she turns the knob, then kicks the
door open gently.

	Down six flights of stairs, and down a hall before she gets to her own
door.  She opens it with her other foot, then steps into her room.

	She lays Natsuko gently on one of the pillows around her kotatsu.

	She stands, and a smile flickers over her lips as she watches the
pretty girl sleep.  She turns away, then tucks the P3AT back into her shirt,
slipping the belt clip over the collar of her tank before making sure the
lanyard is under her shirt collar.  With another glance at Natsuko she sets
about laying out two futons, with a decorous space between them.

	`Natsuko?' she gently shakes the girl.

	`Dare?' Natsuko mutters, softly, then, `Miyuu,' she blinks, looking
around the room.

	Her eyes widen as she takes it in: glowing crystals in the wall
sconces filling the room with a harsh white light, three dark laquered tansu
against the walls, four tasteful chests, and a hideous pink and white
lace-pattern trunk.  The floor is covered in tatami, the rice-straw mats
covering most of the stone floor, except for a small area about the door.  Two
sumie ink paintings accent the pale grey stone walls.  A rubberized camouflage
poncho is hanging by the door, over three pairs of boots, a pair of the
school's uniform shoes, and a small collection of other shoes.  She sees the
futon, and tears start to leak from her eyes.

	Miyuu reaches out, `What's wrong?' but doesn't touch.

	`It's like Grandma's house,' Natsuko says, and grips Miyuu's hand in
her own.

	`Is that good?'

	Natsuko smiles, `Yes,' and draws Miyuu in close, pressing her wet face
into the crook of the young woman's neck.

	Miyuu holds her and strokes her back softly until her breathing starts
to slow again, `Natsuko,' she says, softly, `Let's get you something to sleep
in.'

	`OK,' Natsuko says, but doesn't let go.

	`What would you prefer?' Miyuu asks, `A yuukata, nightgown, pyjamas?'

	`Pyjamas,' Natsuko says decisively, nodding against Miyuu's shoulder.

	Miyuu draws her wand from her belt.  Spring steel, twenty-three and a
half inches, solid core.  Originally a broken off part of a torsion bar, one
end has a centering hole and thirty splines, the other is rounded off.  It is
scratched and, further supporting the thought that it had been used for less
than wand-like uses, a chip is missing from the splined end, about a quarter
inch deep and four splines wide.

	`Accio!' Miyuu flicks the seven pound wand as easily as if it were
made of balsa wood.  A set of grey and black plaid flannel pyjamas slip from
one of the tasteful chests, and settle beside the two.  `Here,' Miyuu says.

	Natsuko slowly, reluctantly, pulls herself back from Miyuu, and starts
to shed her torn blouse.  Miyuu averts her face.  Natsuko looks confused for a
moment, then blushes, then her face melts, and she falls back against Miyuu,
crying again.

	Miyuu pats her back awkwardly, and helps her into the pyjama top.
Natsuko pulls on the bottoms, then sheds her skirt.

	With little fuss, Miyuu gets the girl settled in one of the futons,
then strips to tanktop and boxers before she crawls into the other, `Lights,
one eighth,' she says firmly in Cantonese.

	The room goes almost dark, and Miyuu wiggles around a little, coming
to rest on her belly, one hand down at her side, the other under her body,
hand over her pistol.

	A few minutes after Miyuu's stopped moving Natsuko climbs out of her
futon, and slips under Miyuu's covers, curling up with her back against the
woman.


---
log:
2003/Sep/2:		was poking around on the greyarchive
			(greyarchive.greyarchive.org) (which I really should
			know better than to do), and found
			nickamano's stories.  I read all four, in vain hope
			that Malfoy would get what he deserves in that
			universe (gang rape without lube would be a good
			start . . . ) but no . . .
			So, I then thought about the SM-variant/HP xover I've
			been batting around, but I didn't want it to fit, so I
			snitched Miyuu out of it, and fudged the timelines.
			Started writing
2003/Sep/3:		Continued.
2003/Sep/4:		Finished draft of first part.
2003/Sep/8:		Fixed references to refer to legal status, rather than
			age . . .