Welcome, welcome. These works are part of a collection entitled Death Eater Express Drabbles, and are independent one-shot's with different prompts. Each segment will list the prompts required and be no longer than 1000, word. This is rated M due to some segments being more so than other's. I do love reviews so please feel free to leave yours below.

Drabble # 1 Prompts: Antonin Dolohov, Alecto or Amyctus Carrow, A Cursed Treasure, Devil's snare Lumos solemn.

Alecto Carrow was incensed. She had found Antonin in his room, and he was laying there legs spread about working his hand up and town his turgid member, breathing heavily. She was pissed because the man shouldn't be wanking at all, not when she was there. She had made herself available to him at every opportunity, she had wanted him since she was a little first year and he was in fifth.

He never wanted her though and it frustrated her to no end. But her fury only heightened when he breathed a name out. He was working himself off fantasizing about Potter's mudblood whore.

Antonin had wanted the witch since she had silenced him in the Department of mysteries. He had cursed her because of it and she bore his mark, and knowing that she bore his mark only made him more excited. He often dreamed about her, and awaited the day those fantasies would come to life.

An enraged Alecto watched as her love's come spilled into his hand, and then left in a rage. Everybody knew that there was nothing the mudblood treasured more than books. So she would gift a very special one to the girl in vengeance.

Antonin finished and scourgified himself clean. He then adjusted his clothing and left to go about the business he was supposed to be involved in. He passed the library and he almost fled when he saw Alecto. The woman was a thorn in his side, always begging for attention and never picking up the hint. But the sound of her wild musing drew him closer to eavesdrop.

"If he doesn't want me, fine. But if he is turning me down for a mudblood than he has another thing coming." He saw a black and grey smoke like curse jump from her wand into an ancient tome. The witch then wrapped the parcel and instructed her owl to take it to Hermione Granger.

Antonin, paled. He recognized the curse Alecto had put on the book, and he knew that his witch was a bookworm.

He paled. He had to find his witch. The time had come to publicly claim her. He disapparated thinking of Hermione and appeared in what looked to be an attic, however it was covered in the accursed snakelike plant, Devil's snare and he naturally happened to be trapped in it.

"Lumos Solemn." He hissed and then fell through the floorboards with the thump. "Fuck." He cursed lowly.

"Who is there?' her voice called out. She was alone, no other steps followed her own footsteps into the hall. He was greeted by the light of her wand in his face. "Dolohov." The witch gasped and then moved to strike him with a hex.

"No malen'kaya l'vitsa. I'm here to warn you. Not to hurt you." He said quickly and cast a shield to protect himself. But her curse never came. She was distracted by the arrival of an owl carrying a large parcel.

"I'll deal with you in a minute she said to him. And walked towards the owl. He got to his feet quickly and ran towards her tackling her before she could touch the tome.

"No." He hissed at her. "Don't touch it, it's cursed."

"How do you know. Did you send it?" She taunted.

"No, l'vitsa, I didn't send it. But I know who did. And I promise you that if you touch that, you won't like what happens."

'What happens," she wanted to know.

"You will never be able to enjoy the likes of this." He said and smirked at her confused expression as she processed his lack of an answer, right before his lips crashed down on hers. Thanks to his tackle, the witch was pinned beneath him on the floor, and her wriggling only served in one outcome and it wasn't an escape.

"Fuck off Dolohov." She spat when he ended the kiss.

"Oh I intended to little witch. But you will be helping me with that won't you dorogaya?" he jeered at her.

"You are insane." She hissed in reply.

"Perhaps. But if I am you are the cause of it. I bur for you Hermione."

"Pervert."

"Undeniably true." He said and then wrapped his arms around her tightly as he pulled them up from the ground. "and you are coming with me," he said.

"Like hell I am." She spat out. He just laughed. Transfigured the tome into a package and instructed the owl to return it to her mistress.

"Stop struggling Pchelka, I'm taking you with me." He said and planted a kiss on her shoulder. "I'm making you mine. And I promise you, l'vitsa, you are going to like it." With his final words, the pair disapparated, leaving no evidence that there were ever there.