*****Disclaimer******
I do not own the rights to Draco Lucius, or any other character in the
Harry Potter world. I am not making any money off of this. I do, however,
own Gabriel and Katherine. Enjoy.
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Chapter 1- The Tryst
"You were wonderful today. You never played better." Katherine said, almost too formally through clenched teeth.
"Why thank you, Katherine. That is very generous of you to say." Gabriel continued with a cocky half smile "Slytherin put up a good fight . . . not good enough though."
At this she lunged at him, knocking him flat on his back. Her stern face broke into a broad smile.
"Silly Gryffindor boy, you should know better than to drop your guard around me." Quickly he rolled her over, pinning her arms above her head.
"Silly little Slytherin girl, overestimating your strength!" She put on a little mock pout. "Awww, look at that face, how cute." He dropped his head and kissed her passionately.
The afternoon sun was dimly stretching the shadows in the old classroom. It was warm, dusty, and a wonderful respite from the biting October wind. Katherine was in her sixth year, Gabriel his seventh. They just returned from an early dinner in the great hall, after having watched the first Quidditch match of the year. The game had ended with the perennial champions, Gryffindor, coming out victorious in a close match against Slytherin. Though their allegiances were split, together they looked to be the perfect couple. When they were together they were always playful, happy, and very much in love.
Katherine lifted her head. "I can't stay long tonight. I have to go back to my common room to study."
"You don't have to lie to me, you know." She could hear the hurt in his voice.
"Well it is true. He needs help in transfigurations. Besides, he's getting suspicious. I've been gone til'curfew almost every night for the last two weeks." She let a playful smile form on her lips. "You are getting greedy!"
"I'll show you greedy!" Gabriel growled mischievously. They began kissing again, this time more forcefully. His hand cupped her face and slid down her neck. He broke the kiss, tracing along the path that his hands had traveled. He stopped at her neck, kissing and biting. He knew she loved that and was rewarded with a small moan. Encouraged, he moved his hand to her breast. He continued his attentions on her neck, only stopping momentarily to look at her face. She is so beautiful when she's aroused, he thought. He looked down at her, her dark hair spread out across the floor, her fair skin flushed, eyes glassy and inviting.bedroom eyes. He bent down again and moved his hands along her stockings, which ended just above the knee. Her skirt was almost around her waist. He could see just a glimpse of her panties, the black lace ones. He closed his eyes and let out a moan. She knew how much he loved those. Smiling, she lifted her foot slowly brushing the inside of his thigh, before moving to the bulge that was now so obvious. She could feel him shudder ever so slightly. She bit her hip as she watched him with that look of pleasure on his face. He moved his hand and began stroking her over the delicate lace of her panties. She took a sharp intake of breath and began rocking her hips back and forth. Abruptly she sat up, leaving Gabriel looking a bit dazed.
"Gotta run, darling. See you in Potions tomorrow!" She stood and straightened out her skirt. He continued to sit on the floor.
"You're leaving? Just like that?" She nodded with a wicked smile on her face
"Oh, you are a minx! I will get you back for this."
"I am counting on it." She put on her vixen face and turned on her heel to leave. A silly grin spread across her face once her back was turned. Quickly, she moved down the hall so as not to be seen.
Against all her better judgment, she really was crazy about him. Unlike any of the Slytherin boys, he could make her laugh. She would laugh so hard she thought she would break in two. Sometimes she would lament that she could only be with him in dark corners and dusty classrooms. Dirty notes slipped into book bags before class. Maybe that's the appeal, she rationalized to herself. Perhaps if it weren't forbidden, she might lose interest. After all, he was a Gryffindor. They could not have anything real in common. And heaven help her if anyone were to find out about her little tryst.
Katherine was raised to be the perfect socialite. Her family carries a prominent pure blood name, and that means all the responsibility that goes with it. Her great-grandfather invented some kind of cauldron that increased the effectiveness of any potion brewed in it. He nearly overflowed Gringotts with Galleons with his share of the earnings. So it was expected that she was marry a pureblood Slytherin. Nothing less would do.
After a long walk lost in her own thoughts, she reached the dark hallway leading to her common room. Though she never said so, she was not particularly fond of the location of her house's dormitory, located in the lower dungeons of the school. Standing in front of a blank wall, she whispered crisply "Dragon Fire". With an audible heave, the darkness of the hallway gave way to the light provided by the Slytherin common room fireplace. The fire crackled inside, but seemed to provide little warmth. Katherine stepped inside. "Hello Draco, did you bring your books?"
Draco Malfoy turned around in his chair, running his fingers through his silky blonde hair. "What? No kiss?"
She moved directly in front of him, putting her hands on his knees and kissed him gently on the lips. Not satisfied, he pulled her onto his lap, putting one hand firmly on her thigh. Other students in the area rolled their eyes or gave a slightly audible groan, but Draco never seemed to notice, or care. He moved his hand across her cheek and through her hair, pulling it slightly. Slowly he moved his kisses from her lips to her neck, biting down on the same spot that Gabriel had tasted earlier. Katherine winced slightly.
"Awww, did I hurt my little kitten?" He purred into her ear. "Well, it's no matter. I have a surprise for you."
"Oh really? And what might that be?" He lifted her off his lap and began to walk toward the boys' dormitory. She knew this meant to follow. Down the long dark hall, they reached his room. Sitting on his bed was a large, ornately-wrapped box.
"Oh, you shouldn't have." She said, almost sarcastically.
"Open it.", Draco commanded.
Katherine sat on the bed. It was made neatly, with the fine sheets tucked tightly under the mattress. Running her fingers over the soft material, she suddenly became aware of what would happen to her on that bed tonight, especially after receiving a gift. Quickly removing her fingers from the sheet, she untied the ribbon and lifted the top off. Inside there was an exquisite dress. It was silver-blue velvet that glowed even in the dim light. The fabric fell to the floor in what looked like ocean waves. Tiny sleeves of delicate beaded lace finished off the dress perfectly. She was genuinely impressed. Lifting it up and holding it up to her body, she walked to the oval mirror in the corner of the room.
"Oh that will look simply lovely on you, dear!" The mirror cooed. Katherine muttered a small "thank you". She didn't usually converse with her furniture. She ran her hand along the velvet brocade, the beaded detail.
"It really is beautiful, Draco. I love it." Placing the dress carefully over a chair, she wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a long deep kiss.
Draco's lip curled into a slight smile. If one didn't know him better, it could easily have been mistaken for a sneer. "I'm sure you will wear it like a princess".
He always said that. Katherine supposed it was his idea that being a wealthy pureblood, a Malfoy no less, made him royalty. And he, the heir apparent, needed nothing less than a princess.
"Well, I am sure that everyone at the Yule Ball will be green with envy." Katherine used the same subtle sarcasm, though it was still clear in her voice that she really was enamored of the beautiful gift.
Draco's smile disappeared, his expression grew sterner. "It isn't for the Yule Ball. We have a very special event to attend in two weeks. Some associates of my father's are throwing a ball. We have special permission to leave school for the weekend."
"The whole weekend? But we will miss the Quidditch game." Katherine protested almost too enthusiastically.
"What of it? It isn't like Slytherin is playing. It's what, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw? As much as I would enjoy seeing Gryffindor being trounced, I doubt Ravenclaw has the skill for it. Besides, this is far more important. My father wants to meet you."
Katherine fought hard to suppress a shiver. She had heard him talk about his father more times than she could count. Every word out of his mouth was about the power and control his father possessed. And then there were the rumors of Death Eaters. Even though her own father was a wealthy pureblood, he reviled the work of Lord Voldemort. More often than once, albeit a little too publicly, he had denounced the Dark Lord in a drunken argument. For the most part, however, he just looked the other way, trying as best he could to remain neutral.
But not Lucius Malfoy. Now that Voldemort had returned and was again waging his war against all Muggle-borns, rumors were flying wildly. Above all the clamor, the name of Malfoy had been pushed beyond the point of idle speculation.
The thought made Katherine most uncomfortable with the idea of Lucius sending the dress. It was one thing to owe a favor to Draco, quite another to owe one to his father. Did he assume that she had no dresses of her own that would be suitable? Did he not trust her taste for such an important event? Somehow the thought of him staring at her, appraising his selection, sent a shiver up her spine.
"I can't wait" She tried to muster the most sincere smile she could.
"Good." Standing behind her, he spoke softly in her ear. "I'm sure he will be pleased with you."
His hands trailed down the front of her shirt, deftly undoing the buttons as he went. She felt the warmth of desire on his breath as he slid her shirt off her shoulders.
".as long as you please me so."
Chapter 1- The Tryst
"You were wonderful today. You never played better." Katherine said, almost too formally through clenched teeth.
"Why thank you, Katherine. That is very generous of you to say." Gabriel continued with a cocky half smile "Slytherin put up a good fight . . . not good enough though."
At this she lunged at him, knocking him flat on his back. Her stern face broke into a broad smile.
"Silly Gryffindor boy, you should know better than to drop your guard around me." Quickly he rolled her over, pinning her arms above her head.
"Silly little Slytherin girl, overestimating your strength!" She put on a little mock pout. "Awww, look at that face, how cute." He dropped his head and kissed her passionately.
The afternoon sun was dimly stretching the shadows in the old classroom. It was warm, dusty, and a wonderful respite from the biting October wind. Katherine was in her sixth year, Gabriel his seventh. They just returned from an early dinner in the great hall, after having watched the first Quidditch match of the year. The game had ended with the perennial champions, Gryffindor, coming out victorious in a close match against Slytherin. Though their allegiances were split, together they looked to be the perfect couple. When they were together they were always playful, happy, and very much in love.
Katherine lifted her head. "I can't stay long tonight. I have to go back to my common room to study."
"You don't have to lie to me, you know." She could hear the hurt in his voice.
"Well it is true. He needs help in transfigurations. Besides, he's getting suspicious. I've been gone til'curfew almost every night for the last two weeks." She let a playful smile form on her lips. "You are getting greedy!"
"I'll show you greedy!" Gabriel growled mischievously. They began kissing again, this time more forcefully. His hand cupped her face and slid down her neck. He broke the kiss, tracing along the path that his hands had traveled. He stopped at her neck, kissing and biting. He knew she loved that and was rewarded with a small moan. Encouraged, he moved his hand to her breast. He continued his attentions on her neck, only stopping momentarily to look at her face. She is so beautiful when she's aroused, he thought. He looked down at her, her dark hair spread out across the floor, her fair skin flushed, eyes glassy and inviting.bedroom eyes. He bent down again and moved his hands along her stockings, which ended just above the knee. Her skirt was almost around her waist. He could see just a glimpse of her panties, the black lace ones. He closed his eyes and let out a moan. She knew how much he loved those. Smiling, she lifted her foot slowly brushing the inside of his thigh, before moving to the bulge that was now so obvious. She could feel him shudder ever so slightly. She bit her hip as she watched him with that look of pleasure on his face. He moved his hand and began stroking her over the delicate lace of her panties. She took a sharp intake of breath and began rocking her hips back and forth. Abruptly she sat up, leaving Gabriel looking a bit dazed.
"Gotta run, darling. See you in Potions tomorrow!" She stood and straightened out her skirt. He continued to sit on the floor.
"You're leaving? Just like that?" She nodded with a wicked smile on her face
"Oh, you are a minx! I will get you back for this."
"I am counting on it." She put on her vixen face and turned on her heel to leave. A silly grin spread across her face once her back was turned. Quickly, she moved down the hall so as not to be seen.
Against all her better judgment, she really was crazy about him. Unlike any of the Slytherin boys, he could make her laugh. She would laugh so hard she thought she would break in two. Sometimes she would lament that she could only be with him in dark corners and dusty classrooms. Dirty notes slipped into book bags before class. Maybe that's the appeal, she rationalized to herself. Perhaps if it weren't forbidden, she might lose interest. After all, he was a Gryffindor. They could not have anything real in common. And heaven help her if anyone were to find out about her little tryst.
Katherine was raised to be the perfect socialite. Her family carries a prominent pure blood name, and that means all the responsibility that goes with it. Her great-grandfather invented some kind of cauldron that increased the effectiveness of any potion brewed in it. He nearly overflowed Gringotts with Galleons with his share of the earnings. So it was expected that she was marry a pureblood Slytherin. Nothing less would do.
After a long walk lost in her own thoughts, she reached the dark hallway leading to her common room. Though she never said so, she was not particularly fond of the location of her house's dormitory, located in the lower dungeons of the school. Standing in front of a blank wall, she whispered crisply "Dragon Fire". With an audible heave, the darkness of the hallway gave way to the light provided by the Slytherin common room fireplace. The fire crackled inside, but seemed to provide little warmth. Katherine stepped inside. "Hello Draco, did you bring your books?"
Draco Malfoy turned around in his chair, running his fingers through his silky blonde hair. "What? No kiss?"
She moved directly in front of him, putting her hands on his knees and kissed him gently on the lips. Not satisfied, he pulled her onto his lap, putting one hand firmly on her thigh. Other students in the area rolled their eyes or gave a slightly audible groan, but Draco never seemed to notice, or care. He moved his hand across her cheek and through her hair, pulling it slightly. Slowly he moved his kisses from her lips to her neck, biting down on the same spot that Gabriel had tasted earlier. Katherine winced slightly.
"Awww, did I hurt my little kitten?" He purred into her ear. "Well, it's no matter. I have a surprise for you."
"Oh really? And what might that be?" He lifted her off his lap and began to walk toward the boys' dormitory. She knew this meant to follow. Down the long dark hall, they reached his room. Sitting on his bed was a large, ornately-wrapped box.
"Oh, you shouldn't have." She said, almost sarcastically.
"Open it.", Draco commanded.
Katherine sat on the bed. It was made neatly, with the fine sheets tucked tightly under the mattress. Running her fingers over the soft material, she suddenly became aware of what would happen to her on that bed tonight, especially after receiving a gift. Quickly removing her fingers from the sheet, she untied the ribbon and lifted the top off. Inside there was an exquisite dress. It was silver-blue velvet that glowed even in the dim light. The fabric fell to the floor in what looked like ocean waves. Tiny sleeves of delicate beaded lace finished off the dress perfectly. She was genuinely impressed. Lifting it up and holding it up to her body, she walked to the oval mirror in the corner of the room.
"Oh that will look simply lovely on you, dear!" The mirror cooed. Katherine muttered a small "thank you". She didn't usually converse with her furniture. She ran her hand along the velvet brocade, the beaded detail.
"It really is beautiful, Draco. I love it." Placing the dress carefully over a chair, she wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a long deep kiss.
Draco's lip curled into a slight smile. If one didn't know him better, it could easily have been mistaken for a sneer. "I'm sure you will wear it like a princess".
He always said that. Katherine supposed it was his idea that being a wealthy pureblood, a Malfoy no less, made him royalty. And he, the heir apparent, needed nothing less than a princess.
"Well, I am sure that everyone at the Yule Ball will be green with envy." Katherine used the same subtle sarcasm, though it was still clear in her voice that she really was enamored of the beautiful gift.
Draco's smile disappeared, his expression grew sterner. "It isn't for the Yule Ball. We have a very special event to attend in two weeks. Some associates of my father's are throwing a ball. We have special permission to leave school for the weekend."
"The whole weekend? But we will miss the Quidditch game." Katherine protested almost too enthusiastically.
"What of it? It isn't like Slytherin is playing. It's what, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw? As much as I would enjoy seeing Gryffindor being trounced, I doubt Ravenclaw has the skill for it. Besides, this is far more important. My father wants to meet you."
Katherine fought hard to suppress a shiver. She had heard him talk about his father more times than she could count. Every word out of his mouth was about the power and control his father possessed. And then there were the rumors of Death Eaters. Even though her own father was a wealthy pureblood, he reviled the work of Lord Voldemort. More often than once, albeit a little too publicly, he had denounced the Dark Lord in a drunken argument. For the most part, however, he just looked the other way, trying as best he could to remain neutral.
But not Lucius Malfoy. Now that Voldemort had returned and was again waging his war against all Muggle-borns, rumors were flying wildly. Above all the clamor, the name of Malfoy had been pushed beyond the point of idle speculation.
The thought made Katherine most uncomfortable with the idea of Lucius sending the dress. It was one thing to owe a favor to Draco, quite another to owe one to his father. Did he assume that she had no dresses of her own that would be suitable? Did he not trust her taste for such an important event? Somehow the thought of him staring at her, appraising his selection, sent a shiver up her spine.
"I can't wait" She tried to muster the most sincere smile she could.
"Good." Standing behind her, he spoke softly in her ear. "I'm sure he will be pleased with you."
His hands trailed down the front of her shirt, deftly undoing the buttons as he went. She felt the warmth of desire on his breath as he slid her shirt off her shoulders.
".as long as you please me so."