Okay, so a new venture for you all and, be warned, it is a Lukrasta/Alice fic... kinda :P There will be adult detail! Also this will probably replace "The Untold Stories: Of Betrayal and Deceit"

Attempting the Grimoire with Grimalkin, in a house so laced with the dark it was tangible, stirred something deep within me, like a palpable darkness rising in my heart. It excited me and scared me at the same time- being pushed to the very limit, further than I'd ever been before and the excitememt left a strange tang in my mouth.

"Are you ready?" Grimalkin asked from without the pentacle, her voice low with apprehension.

"Yes." I whispered and my trembling white wrists reached forward to grasp the doomdryte. I was almost aroused by the foreign sensation as the tips of my slender fingers brushed the old leather. It was a dark vermilion colour and the leather was worn smooth- the strange combination of the rough and the smooth reminded me of touching a young man's cheek.

I became aware then that the air around me had become so thick it was difficult to breathe, and the world had closed to my eyes and ears; I could see and hear nothing.

I felt a compulsion inside my very soul, pulling me towards some sweet music I couldn't hear: I was being summoned by Pan.

I knew what he wanted from me; I couldn't hear and I couldn't see but I knew what he wanted. I was floating naked through the darkness and I could feel kneading over my lower stomach and the start of sharp pains in two spots above my loins. I could feel growing heat in my loins and a slow secretion of fluids.

I was brought back into consciousness like emerging from a body of water. There was pressure in my ears and forcing my eyes closed as I was transferred from naked warmth to a cool room, dressed and poised to complete the ritual.

Although my consciousness had been somewhere deep within me my body had continued in reality without hinderance. My hand was slowly lifting the leather cover of the Doomdryte, revealing the thick, black lettering within.

My lips parted with a soft sound as they peeled away from each other. I took a deep breath and prepared to begin the incantation.

"Draco-"

"Alice." I had spoken but one word before I was disturbed by a man's voice. I knew the dangers of stopping the incantation but I was overcome by the compulsion to turn around and greet this mysterious stranger.

He held out his hand for me and I didn't need to think; I wanted to go with him. He would protect me. He would keep me safe.

Grimalkin lay unconscious on the floor, breathing deeply as though asleep. I stepped over her unconcious body and placed my small, trembling hand in his large, warm paw. His fingers folded around me and he led me out of the cottage.

We walked and seemed to be taking fifty miles in each stride. I saw the countryside passing us by, a different landscape before I could even focus on the previous one.

He led me to a large stone fortress, the warmth of his hand inspiring a warmth in my loins. I made no attempt to resist when he started to lead me up the stone steps; I was confident that, up there, we could be alone together, safe in his secret fortress. Without fear of disruptions.