I know this took so long, but i have been so busy with my examinations (my mum has been practically dragging me away from my updates!) LOL... so anyway. Finally new update. Enjoy peeps!
Eraki stood up from her place and said "With your permission Albus"
"Certainly Era" he said crossing his fingers in amusement.
Eraki walked around the staff table towards her opponent. As she walked down the couple of stairs leading down to the students, she took off her dark cloak to reveal a very gothic black-half-see-through long-sleeve top (with beautiful blood-red gothic patterns) revealing a sexy black-lace bra. As Harry's eyes rolled over her figure, he saw a long black ripped skirt with a slit up to her upper-thigh, gothic tights with spider-web patterns and black leather boots.
She dropped her cloak on the steps and pulled out a thin dark wand from the side of her skirt.
"Do you accept Mr. Potter?" she grinned mysteriously.
Harry grinned and took his cloak off.
"Hell yeah!" he laughed softly taking his own wand out of his front pocket.
"For your information, Mr. Potter, I have never been beaten in a duel" Eraki smiled mischievously.
"Well, there's a first time for everything" Harry smiled recklessly.
"You seem confident" Eraki cocked her eyebrow as she walked closer to her adversary.
"Shouldn't I be?"
"Errare humanum est "
"Excuse me?"
"It's Latin… To err is human"
"Yeah… but not wizard"
"Just get on with it!" one of the students shouted out.
The two opponents looked at each other intently, taking an accurate aim with their poised wands.
Neither of them moved, or gave a sign of their intentions… the silence in the Great Hall was dense and suspenseful.
"Stupefy!" Era shouted.
"Defenso!"
Era's spell rebounded off Harry's semi-transparent shield back to her, but she dodged with ease.
"Your own protective spell… impressive. But you'll need something better than that" Era smiled mysteriously.
"I got a few aces up my sleeve" Harry grinned.
"Good. Cause you're going to need them" Era whispered, spinning around.
"Expelliarmus!"
She had caught Harry off guard, so Harry's wand flew out of his hand across the Great Hall.
And before he knew it, Harry was hanging upside down in mid-air.
"Now that's better" Eraki grinned walking closer to Harry.
Harry could feel blood rushing down to his head. He was starting to feel dizzy.
"Now let's see… what shall I do to you?" Harry heard in his mind. Eraki was sending him telepathic messages as she seductively walked closer to him.
"How bout you let me down, I put an Imperius on you and make you surrender?"
"How bout I leave you up there and do a Cruciatus on you?"
"You? Do an Unforgivable? As if, my darling… You're too fine to do them!"
"You under-estimate me, Mr. Potter. I am pure evil!"
And as these thoughts fill Harry's mind, the spell holding him up was broken. He fell to the ground as Eraki took two steps backwards.
"Get up, Mr. Potter. Get up and surrender. Acknowledge your defeat." Eraki softly spoke.
"Don't think so" Harry whispered, quickly thinking of some escape to his problem.
"Wrong answer!" Eraki hissed.
She aimed her wand carefully and whispered "Torturio"
Harry screamed in pain. He felt as if his whole body was on fire and frozen in ice at the same time. He had never felt such extreme pain before. The Cruciatus curse was nothing compared to the torment Eraki was holding upon him. He could feel each of his bones breaking into splinters as his skin was ripped open. Blood was flowing everywhere. He could not open his eyes… he didn't want to see his distorted body helpless on the floor.
But suddenly, all the pain vanished.
Harry slowly opened his eyes to see the Hall exactly how it was before Eraki put the curse on him. No one had realized.
"You've created an undetectable torture curse… astonishing"
"And effective"
Eraki grinned mischievously.
"Well, Mr. Potter. Will you yield?"
As Eraki said this Harry thought quickly, "Accio wand!"
In less than a split second, Harry's wand soared to his open hand.
"Blast feet!"
At these words, Eraki was blasted off her feet giving Harry time to get up. But she had hardly touched the marmol floor when she kicked herself up.
The two adversaries took aim.
Eraki aimed directly at the hollow of Harry's throat, as Harry aimed in between her smooth dark eyebrows.
"Give up you Russian bitch!"
"Ladies first!"
Neither of them was going to surrender. Neither of them was going to show any weakness or compassion.
How will this end?
REVIEWS!
Ok... so 1st of all i would really like to have your opinions on:
a. The growing relationship (if it could be called that) in between Harry andEraki
b. Who do you think will win?
So thank you to my 2 reviewers!
POcketmouse : I kno... i love evil cliffhangers (its my deadly speciality!)... hope you like this chapter
the-n-rox : so what'd'ya think of this chapter? hope to read ur review soon! ;)
Ok... so i am mildly dissapointed with thetinyamount of reviews i have received from this fic... so i'm gonna go on to the same base-line as in my fic Cuban Dance... i wont update (or even start writin update!) until i receive at least 7 reviews!
Chapter dedicated to POcketmouse and the-n-rox!
Thanx,
Alexandra-Black
