TITLE: The V.A.C.U.U.M. (Vampires After Coffee: Uncorked Under Men)
Author: raimes616
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the HP characters you see in this story. So, if you recognize a character, it's most likely not mine. I do however own Akasha, Aubrey, Anna, Bree, and Professors Blackthorn and Spinks.
Rating: R (it's rated this for a reason!)
Summary: set back when Sirius andSnape are 7th years Mysterious and seductive Akasha has just tranferred to Hogwarts, hoping to find a new life for herself, and run from the darkness within herself. Sirius and Snape cannot help but be drawn by her beauty, unknowing of her unfortunate past. She would never pass up the chance to have a little fun, but she soon finds heself entangled in a web of deceit and mixed emotions. Will she be able to break free before her worst nightmares are realized? Or will they find out her dark secret and ruin everything? Read and find out for yourself!
Warnings: contains sexual innuendos and two scenes. Quite a few swear words used also. Rated for a reason!
Notes: I hope you like it. Please read and review!
CHAPTER ONE
Although Akasha already knew all she needed to know about
magic, she would always be considered the monster she partly was.
Unless she came to Hogwarts, she thought, remembering the deal she
had made with Albus Dumbledore, great wizard and headmaster of
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She would transfer to
Hogwarts as a "7th year". No one would know who she was-what she
was. She could become a "legal witch" and finally be free of her
cruel and heartless "father", Aubrey Valerois.
Dumbledore knew
what Aubrey wanted Akasha to become, but Akasha wanted a choice.
Dumbledore had promised to help her and conceal her whereabouts from
the vampiric world as long as she promised to give up her thirst for
human blood except on full moons.
She could survive on animal
blood if she had it with every meal and so long as she got some human
blood on the full moons. If she didn't, she would die.
Her
mother, a witch, would have been proud of her decision to become a
full-fledged witch, but her father... If her father ever found out,
he'd kill and bring her back to life again just so he could kill
her some more.
But here Akasha was, standing at the British
trainsway on Platform 9 3/4, staring at the school train in reproach.
Students around her chattered excitedly to their friends or hugged
their families goodbye. Akasha watched all this in silence, wishing
she was a normal teenager with a normal family and friends and a
normal life.
Akasha glanced down at her watch and saw she only had
a minute or so left until the train departed. She picked up her
school trunk, her inhuman strength making it feel as if it were as
light as a Chocolate Frog, and stepped onto the train.
She found
an empty compartment and sat down, silently staring out the window.
From a close distance she heard boys' laughter and then her
compartment door slid open.
"Oh, sorry," said a very handsome
boy with dark hair that fell elegantly into his eyes. "I didn't
know anyone else was in here."
Leisurely, Akasha looked him up
and down, her jade-green eyes piercing. "Don't mind me," she
said huskily, her voice thick with an unplaceable accent. "I don't
bite." She smiled wickedly at her secret joke.
The boy smiled
back at her as he and his three friends took seats. His dark eyes
were appreciative. "I'm Sirius Black," he said, and then he
pointed to his friends as he added, "and this is James Potter,
Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew."
"I'm Akasha. Akasha
Valerois," she said and recrossed her long mocha-colored
legs.
Sirius' eyes darted downward at her movement, taking in
her pleated schoolgirl miniskirt and black stilettos. "So, what
house are in?" he said, still looking down..
"First of all,"
she lifted his chin up, "I'm up here. And second, I don't know
yet."
"There's no way you can be a first year," he said
disbelievingly.
"No, I'm a 7th year. I just
transferred."
"From where?"
"Egypt," she answered
evasively.
"We're 7th years, too," Peter broke in. "And
we're all in Gryffindor."
"That's nice." She flipped her
dark chocolate brown hair behind her shoulders and stared out the
window again.
Hours went by and the sky darkened into night.
Akasha knew they must be getting close to Hogwarts. She was already
in her school uniform- skirt and white dress shirt tied up above her
navel to show off her belly ring- but the boys were still in their
Muggle clothing.
"We're close to school, I'm guessing. Why
don't I step out into the hall while you boys get dressed?" she
said and slipped open the compartment door.
"You can stay and
watch," Sirius suggested mischievously.
"Maybe another time,"
she promised as the door slid shut behind
her.
CHAPTER TWO
Hogwarts was probably the most extravagant place she had
ever been. The Great Hall was lined with five long tables and the
ceiling was enchanted to look like the evening sky. As she walked
toward the Sorting Hat, Dumbledore caught her eye and winked. She
smiled nervously back. She sat down on the stool and felt Professor
McGonnagall place the old wizards' hat on her
head.
"Hmm...interesting...very interesting..." the hat
observed.
Akasha knew that only she could hear this, but she still
felt quite nervous that it would shout her secret to the whole
school.
"Where to put you..." it said. "You're strong...
brave...with a thirst to prove yourself... How about...
GRYFFINDOR!"
At its shout the Gryffindor table burst into a
tumultuous applause, Sirius standing on his seat and hooting for
her.
Akasha decided to sit by him. He gave her an ingratiating
grin. She smiled back.
"So, what does a girl have to do to get
some food around here?" she joked.
"Kiss me and I might tell
you," he said wickedly.
She chuckled. This one was going to be
trouble. "I think I can manage on my own."
Dumbledore stood
and the great hall silenced. "There are times for speeches, but
this is not one of them. Tuck in!" he said joyously.
Magically,
food appeared on the plates and everyone began to eat. Akasha looked
down into her goblet. The drink in hers was red, not the orange
Pumpkin juice of her fellow students'. She took a large gulp and
fought not to grimace as she swallowed. Rodent blood, she thought
with disgust, knowing she was going to have to get used to it.
"I
thought you were hungry," Sirius said, watching her.
Akasha
finished her "drink" hurriedly and fastidiously wiped any traces
of blood from her lips. "Starving," she said at last, emphasizing
the word sexily.
"Try some of this treacle tart; it's really
good," he said, dishing it onto her plate.
She took a small
experimental bite, and then, liking it, sighed and let her eyes
flutter shut in bliss.
Sirius cleared his throat, watching her
avidly as she licked her lips. "I take it you... like it?"
"Mmm...
yes..." She looked at him. "In Egypt, we eat rice, meat, and
maybe a few squash-like vegetables. We don't have very interesting
foods-at least not to a native."
"Oh... But I thought Egyptian
foods were supposed to be spicy."
"Oh, it is. So spicy it sets
your tongue on fire if you are not used to it... But it's always
the same flavor, same meat, same everything. There is not much
diversity." She chuckled. "Do not get me wrong; I love my home.
There just comes a time when my absence brings... serenity?" She
paused, trying to find the right words. "I do not know how to
explain... I have many things back home that bring me great joy...
but there are also things that bring me great sadness. The things
that brought me joy... they... they do not overpower the bad anymore.
It is good to get away, to breathe... I am sorry. You probably do not
want to hear this," she apologized, turning back to her plate.
"No!
It's interesting. It's not common for people to transfer here, so
it's always the same people. And besides, I love it when you talk
to me. You have the sexiest accent I've ever heard." Sirius gave
her a cute puppy-dog pout. "Come on, I wouldn't mind learning
more about you. In fact, I insist upon it.
She smiled slightly.
"You have away with words," she said sarcastically, hair falling
into her face.
"I can do a lot more with my mouth."
Without
thinking, he gently brushed the fallen lock of hair out of her eyes,
letting his fingertips linger on her cool cheek. He leaned forward,
his hand now cupping the back of her neck...
All of a sudden there
was a crashing noise at the far end of the hall. Sirius and Akasha
looked up at the sound. A tall, thin, pale 7th year with long greasy
black hair had accidentally pulled the Slytherin tablecloth off the
table as he got up, sending all the food, dishes and silverware
crashing to the floor.
"Nice going, Snivellus," Sirius said
cruelly, laughing.
Akasha frowned at Sirius and got up. She walked
over to the boy, who was lying on his back covered in broken dishes
and food.
"Are you all right?" she asked, sticking out a hand
to help him.
Sirius ran up beside her. "What are you
doing?"
"You know, just because you think you're some
bigshot doesn't give you the right to treat others like crap,"
she said, glaring.
"It's Snivellus; he's a walking
grease-trap!" Sirius yelled, disgusted.
Akasha turned away from
him with a loud "humph!". She still held a hand out to the boy.
"Are you going to take my hand or not?"
He looked at her for a
moment, clearly surprised and suspicious and then put his hand in
hers. She pulled him up and took out her wand. He stepped away
quickly and went for his own wand, thinking she was going to jinx
him.
"Scourgify!" she said with a quick, expert flick from her
wand. Instantly the food on his robes vanished, leaving them slightly
cleaner.
"Snivellus" put his wand away and relaxed. "Thanks,"
he said grudgingly. And then he looked at her.
It was as if he
hadn't really seen her before. His mouth dropped open as he took in
every detail of her. She had thick, dark brown hair that fell just
past her shoulders, smooth medium brown skin and intense jade-green
eyes that seemed to stare right through him. Her body was curvy yet
slightly muscular, a teaser of what lay beneath her clothes. Her
breasts, like two ripe cantaloupes, were full against the thin cotton
of her shirt, the buttons straining to contain them. She radiated
power and confidence. The definition of exotic.
"I... I..." he
said absently, staring avidly at the cleavage her lacy black bra
provided.
She smiled knowingly. "You're welcome." She held
out her hand again. "I'm Akasha Valerois. And you
are...?"
Shakily he took her hand. "I'm...? I'm... Oh-
Severus. Severus Snape..."
"Well, I'll see you around,
Severus," she said politely, and, ignoring Sirius, walked
off...
...Akasha
awoke feeling slightly disoriented. For a moment she couldn't
figure out where she was. Then it hit her... Hogwarts... safe...
Beside her, an alarm clock went off. She jumped but then recovered
and hit the snooze.
"Man... I have to go to class." She
scowled, not liking her change in sleeping pattern. Akasha's
stomach growled in disagreement. "Mmm...
hungry..."
CHAPTER THREE
Her first class of the day was Defense Against the Dark
Arts As she walked into the classroom, she saw the teacher give her a
sharp, weary glance and move to the other side of the room. Akasha
sighed and walked toward the back of the room. The boy from last
night's fiasco- Severus- sat at the very back table, his head bent
low over a piece of parchment.
"Is this seat taken?" Akasha
purred. She sat down, not bothering to wait for an answer.
He
looked up, startled. "N-no," he stammered, looking her up and
down. "Please."
She smiled. "So, who's the old guy?" She
nodded to the teacher at the front.
"Oh, that's Professor
Blackthorn-"
"Hey there, Snivelly," James said mockingly as
he walked up to them. He was flanked by Remus, Peter and... Sirius-
who looked haughty and bored but handsomely so.
"Akasha,"
Sirius glared at Snape and then smiled warmly at Akasha, "why don't
you come sit with me?" he offered, lowering his voice an
octave.
She looked back and forth between the two boys- who eyed
each other with the utmost contempt.
"Mmm... how 'bout
not?"
Sirius clenched his fist. "This is all your fault," he
hissed at Snape.
Akasha put a halting hand on his chest. "Whoa
there! Don't think for a second that I can't make my own
decisions, you ass!"
"That wasn't what I was saying! Damned
woman; always twisting my words around!" he yelled.
"Well, if
you'd stop insulting me, you arrogant bastard...!" she bellowed
back.
"STOP CALLING ME NAMES!"
"STOP YELLING AT ME
THEN!"
"I'm not YELLING!"
"WOULD YOU TWO JUST SHUT
UP!" James shouted over them, putting a hand between the
two.
Akasha and Sirius glared at each other, but kept their mouths
shut. They were both breathing heavily as if they'd just run a long
race. And they looked like they wanted to kill one another. Snape
looked back and forth at them delightedly.
"Yeah, shut up,
Sirius," Snape smirked.
Sirius made a move toward Snape, but
Akasha quickly grabbed him by the shirt sleeve. Her strength
surprised him.
"You leave him out of this," she hissed through
clenched teeth. "Don't make me... hex you."
Sirius' dark
eyes flashed in anger. "Fine," he growled and turned away,
finding a table atthe opposite corner of the room.
James, Remus,
and Peter stood speechless for a moment but then, as Professor
Blackthorn cleared his throat pointedly, they followed Sirius to his
table.
"You know, I really don't like him," Akasha thought
aloud, feeling strongly attracted to him at the same time.
"I
loathe him," Snape said, staring at her fondly.
Akasha glanced
at Sirius- who was staring resolutely at the teacher- and then back
at Snape. "I'm beginning to think Hogwarts might not be such a
drag after all..." she said thoughtfully.
Uncomprehending, Snape
didn't say anything, but he smiled back at her, hooked.
"Welcome
back, class," the professor said and the class instantly quieted.
"As you all should know, I'm Professor Blackthorn and this is, of
course, N.E.W.T. level Defense Against the Dark Arts." He paused
and looked around the classroom. "Our first creature of the new
term is, " he looked smugly at Akasha, "the Vampire."
Akasha
fought the urge to lunge, strike, kill. "The bastard," she
muttered angrily under her breath.
"Now, can anyone tell me
about the London Decree of 1742?" the Professor asked and then
pointed to Lupin.
Lupin took this in stride. "The London Decree
was put into act to ban all vampires from feeding or using their
powers in London and it's nearby towns.It also kept vampires from
getting decent jobs. It's really the same prejudice toward
werewolves as well. It all stems back to the belief that wizards and
witches are better than half-breeds. They took away their food- the
Ministry of Magic- and they took away their lives, as if-"
"-They
were vermin; below human," Akasha finished dryly, feeling akin to
the boy.
Lupin glanced over at her, surprised, but she was
scowling at Blackthorn.
"Ten points to Gryffindor for Mr.
Lupin's correct- if not a bit biased- answer. And five points from
Gryffindor for Miss Valerois' rude interruption of another
student." Professor Blackthorn smiled triumphantly.
Akasha's
fingers gripped the edge of the desk tightly, trying desperately to
hold back her rage. I hate you, she hissed silently; you filthy,
vile, disgusting, arrogant, little prick. I know what you're doing,
you evil-
Akasha looked down at her hands. Her nails, which had
been digging deeply into the wood of the table, had managed to rip
off the edge of her desk.
"You stupid va-girl! Look at this
mess!" Blackthorn bellowed, swooping down on her. He took the desk
bits from her. "Get out! GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM THIS INSTANT!"
he spat. His eyes bulged and a vein throbbed in his temple.
Akasha
stared at him unflinchingly. "I would be careful, if I were you,
Professor," she said quietly, so only he could hear her. Her voice
was threatening, laced with danger. "Or you might wake up with a
vampire in your bed chamber."
With that, she picked up her
schoolbag and stalked lithly out of the room, head held high. Behind
her, the professor was sputtering, caught between fear and anger.
This time, it was she that smiled
triumphantly.
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