You asked me to update, and here it is! I'm so glad that you all like it. I've been working hard, and I have so much of the story already written, just waiting to be updated. So that means that this is not the only chapter that will be posted today. Much to your happiness, and my enjoyment.
Disclaimer: yup. its all Mrs. Rowling's. None of it belongs to me.
There is, once again, language and violence. if you know you're not supposed to read this sort of stuff, PLEASE leave now.
The rest of the evening continued without any fault, and by the end of it, you were dead tired. You had a house elf bring you to your room. You walked in, and locked the door, there was no way Draco was going to sneak up on you again. Marie helped you struggle out of your gown, and into your favorite pair of red plaid pajama pants, and a black sports bra. You washed your face, and took your hair down, dropping pins and rubber bands all over the bathroom floor. You brushed it, and then braided it, you walked back out to your bed, and flopped onto it. You wiggled under the soft, heavy covers, and was just about to fall asleep, when you heard a knock on your door. You swore, and got out of bed. You quickly wrapped a bathrobe around your self, and opened the door. Draco was standing outside. In the darkness you couldn't see his face, but he was still wearing his clothes, minus his tie, and jacket, and his shirt was unbuttoned.
"Draco, what could you possibly want at this hour?"
"Twice, we were disturbed today, and I don't appreciate that."
"Oh, for crying out loud, Draco, can't a body get sleep around here? You woke me up because you're upset that we didn't finish that dance?"
"No, because we didn't finish this,"
He grabbed you, and kissed you hard and passionately, making your knees buckle, and your head spin. You felt yourself falling, and you grasped his shirt, feeling his hot skin brush your hands. He pushed you up against the wall, and continued to kiss you. He licked your bottom lip, and you opened the tiniest bit so he could just feel the inside of your mouth. Finally he broke the kiss, and stepped away so fast, you lost balance, and slid down the wall, to come to a sitting position. You panted for a second, and then looked up at him, struggling to remain calm. He looked down at you, obviously pleased that he could affect you so, and smirked.
"Good night."
And with that he was gone. You got to your feet, and walked back into your room. You shrugged off the wrapper and fell back into your bed. You fell asleep thinking about your family, Augusta and her books on magic that were now hidden in your room, and the kiss you just shared with Draco.
The next morning was dark and rainy, in stark contrast to the bright sun of yesterday. The window next to your bed had rivulets of water pouring down it, from the rain outside. You flopped back into your covers. Today was a good day to stay in your bed and read a book cover to cover, with a nice, hot cup of tea. You closed your eyes, envisioning the kind of tea Marie would bring, if you asked her to. Earl Gray, undoubtedly. That was your favorite. You were happily daydreaming of hot tea, good books, and warm covers, when a rude pounding upon your door was heard. For a moment you contemplated ignoring it, and making it look like you were asleep, but as the hammering continued, you pushed back the covers, and grabbed your bathrobe.
"Alright! Alright! I'm coming! You're going to break the door down!"
You swung open the door to find Draco there, dressed in dirty jeans, and a green sweater. You just stared at him for a minute before remembering you were angry.
"Well, what do you want?"
"Get some warm clothes on that you don't mind getting dirty, and then come downstairs for breakfast."
He turned to go downstairs.
"Wait a second, where are we going?"
He looked at you as if you were stupid.
"Flying, dummy. You have ten minuets to get ready."
You chased him down the stairs.
"Flying!?! In this weather? You must be out of your mind."
He looked outside, nonchalantly.
"Its stopping."
"What! Draco, I don't want to go outside, I didn't even get out of bed! I was going to read! With tea! Now I have to go out, and get on a bloody broom? I want to have tea!"
By now you weren't making sense, because you were tired, and couldn't think properly, and the only thing that had registered with you today, was that you were being forced to go outside to fly, and get wet. And your brain, no matter how tired it was, did not like that thought. Draco just stared at you.
"You aren't all that bright in the morning are you? Go upstairs and get changed."
"Not until you've answered my question!"
"You never asked me one."
You quickly replayed the past conversation over in your mind, you hadn't asked him anything. Now you felt really stupid.
"Fine. Why do I have to go flying with you?"
"Because I go flying every morning to keep in shape for Quidditch, and my parents aren't home, so I have to bring you along."
"Why can't I stay here alone?"
"Ask them that. I don't want to take you with me."
"And I don't want to go."
"Well I guess that just sucks for both of us, doesn't it?"
He turned from you, signaling the end of the conversation. All you wanted to do was sit down and throw a temper tantrum. You tried one last attempt.
"Please, just let me sleep, I won't tell anyone that I didn't go flying."
"Go upstairs and get changed. You're beginning to try my patience."
He warned. You stomped up the stairs, for all like a five-year-old, and called for Marie. In a few minutes, you were back downstairs, in a light-colored old pair of jeans, that had rips in the knees, black boots, and an off-white sweater. You had taken your hair out, and tied it into a more secure braid. You stomped back down the stairs to the kitchen, where Draco was sitting, and drinking tea. You poured yourself a cup, and grabbed an apple from a basket on the table. You quickly drank the hot liquid, hardly tasting it, and munched on your apple. Draco stood.
"I'm ready. I'll meet you outside, in the back, next to the shed."
He sauntered out, leaving you to finish your apple as fast as you could. You tossed the apple into the trash, and ran outside. The sky was cloudy, dark, and foreboding. It was bound to rain any moment, and it was making you nervous. You had no desire to get wet and dirty this early in the morning. You hurried to where you saw Draco standing with two broomsticks. He tossed one to you and looked at you expectantly. You heaved an enormous sigh, and got on the broom. You felt it hover about five feet from the ground, and urged it a little higher. You began to feel a little better. You loved flying, about as much as you loved Quidditch. You closed your eyes for a moment, relishing the feeling of the broom in your hands. Draco came up behind you, and then started flying upwards and west. He looked behind at you.
"Well, come on, or do I have to slow down even more for you?"
"Hmmph. Go as fast as you usually do, Draco. I am more than capable of keeping up with you."
"Fine."
He took off at a fantastic speed, high in the air. You sank low over your broom and pushed it higher and faster, so that you were following about two feet after Draco. You smirked to yourself, and then yelled to Draco,
"Is this how fast you go? This is the speed I learned to fly at!"
He looked back at you and yelled,
"I didn't want to leave you too far behind in my dust!"
With that he sped off, so suddenly, you were left in his dust for a moment, but you quickly recovered, and flew off after him. When you caught up again, he glanced behind him, and began to fly even faster, turning left, and right, and trying to shake you, but you kept right on. He stopped suddenly, and zoomed past you in the opposite direction, it took you a minute to turn around, and go the other way, he was now far ahead of you. You hugged the broom to your chest, and went as fast as the broom would allow. He again looked behind at you and abruptly turned, but you were ready this time, and you ducked under his broom, and came up in front, grinning behind at Draco. He looked stunned for a moment, and then bent low over his broom so that he was going as fast as you were. The two of you were now neck and neck, and neither of you was about to let the other win. You felt tiny drops bounce on your face, as it started to rain. You looked across at Draco who looked at you, and smirked, and then yelled to you.
"Giving up, from a spot of rain!?"
"Not until I mop the sky with you!"
"Ha! You wish!"
"Wishes do come true!"
The two of you went even faster, and soared across the sky. Your clenched hands were freezing, and the fast falling raindrops soaked you, and the wind whipping across your face pulled tears from your eyes, and wrenched the hair from your braid, tangling it around your shoulders, and making wet strands lash your face and stick there. You both flew into the clouds, and the foggy droplets stung your cheeks, and fingers. When you both came out of the cloud, you looked beneath you, to see a beautiful view of Stonehenge. You slowed down, and looked at it. It was beautiful. Draco came close to you,
"What?"
"Look! Oh, it's so beautiful!"
"What, that pile of rocks down there?"
"It's not just a pile of rocks! I'm going down for a closer look."
"I still haven't beaten you yet!"
"That's, ok. You win, alright? Please, let's just go down and see it. I've never seen it up close."
Now it was Draco's turn heave a giant sigh,
"Fine."
You tilted your broomstick down to earth, and flew down to Stonehenge. You stopped about ten feet from the highest stone and admired the beauty of it. Draco soared past you slowly, looking bored.
"Ok, you saw it. Let's go."
"You have no appreciation for beauty, do you?"
"These are rocks. There is nothing even slightly pretty about them."
"Mmm, that's just because you're a guy."
And with that you took off. Flying directly upwards, into the rain. You went higher and higher, until Stonehenge was barely visible. Draco was beside you again in a minute. He flew in a circle around you, showing off. Then he came to a halt, and took both his hands off the broom to push his wet hair back from his face.
"Draco everyone can do that."
"What? Look this gorgeous, I beg to differ."
"No, ride handless."
You demonstrated by lifting both hands off your broom, and then put them down again.
"You only did it for a couple seconds," said Draco, folding his arms across his chest, and remaining perfectly balanced. You slowly lifted your hands again from your broom, and tried to remain motionless, so that you wouldn't fall. You turned your head over to Draco,
"See nothing to it."
As soon as the words were out of your mouth, you felt your weight shifting too much to one side of the broom, and you could feel your self falling off. You screamed, and flailed your arms, but you felt a strong, cold hand catch your wrist and right you back on your broom with no effort at all. You grasped your broom with both hands again, and glared at him. He smirked.
"I guess not everyone can do it, hmm?"
The rain started to come down much harder, and far off in the distance, you could hear thunder.
"Come on, we should get going."
Draco turned his broom around towards home, and started flying. You followed him, and tried to shake all the hair and water from your face and eyes. You stopped for a moment to push hair from your eyes with your shoulder, and when you looked up, Draco was gone.
"DRACO!"
Silence answered you.
"DRAAAACOOOOO!!!"
You flew around in a circle, but you couldn't see anything in the clouds, and wet hair was plastered all over your eyes anyway. You were beginning to get worried, because you were caught outside on your broom, during a storm, Draco was no where to be found, and you didn't know where the house was.
"DRAAAAAACOOOOOO!!! WHERE ARE YOUUUUUU?!?!"
You flew in one direction for a few minuets, and then in another, calling for Draco, but he didn't answer you. You flew up high again, in an attempt to see him, but you couldn't.
You were wet and tired, and lost, and hungry, and worried. You were also about to start to try casting a spell to help you get home, because you were so upset, when a hand grabbed yours, and pulled you along. You looked up, and saw, with relief, Draco.
"I lost you, for a second."
"You lost me for ten minutes, and I had to find you. So I'm not letting go of your hand until we get home!"
He looked pretty pissed, that he had to come find you, so you didn't push it, and instead flew behind him, wishing you had never gotten out of bed.
It took the both of you almost an hour to get home, and when you did, you were very tired. Draco let go of your hand, and jumped off his broom. You lowered your broom a little more, and jumped off. Draco was already marching off towards the shed. You ran after him, and handed him the broom to put away. You looked at him for a second, and then decided to take advantage of his good mood.
"Thank you."
He turned and looked at you.
"For what?"
"Taking me flying. I thought it would be terrible, but it was fun, even though I'm soaking wet and cold."
He stared at you for a second, and you kept going.
"But tomorrow, I'm really going to beat you. You just got lucky from the rain."
He smirked.
"Don't count on it. Although you're one of the first people to catch up with me, because I'm so good."
You rolled your eyes. He was ruining a good moment by being a snob. He leaned in close, and your breathing sped up, but he never kissed you. He just looked at you a moment, and then started walking towards the house. You ran after him, and when you got inside, started up to your room.
When you got there, you peeled off your wet clothes, and jumped in the shower. The hot water felt great against your freezing cold skin, and you just stood there for ten minutes, warming up. When you finally got out, you said a drying spell, and put on jeans and a tank top. You decided to begin to search your room for the books Augusta had hidden.
Where in the world would she hide something, you wondered, as you searched through drawers, pillows, sheets, suitcases, the closet, and under the rug even. The books were no where to be found. You decided to try a finding spell, but you didn't know what the books looked like, you sat down at your desk in frustration. You picked up a pen, and began to doodle on the calendar desktop. It was turned to August, and there were tiny little suns and beach balls decorating the outside edges. You looked at it, and a bell rang in the back of your mind. August! You pulled open the very top drawer of your desk, and there, wedged among paper and pens, were three moderately thick tomes, that were dark colored, and looked like they were old. You made a mental note to send an owl to Augusta, thanking her for giving you the books. You carried all three to your bed, where you sat down and began to read the first one, which was entitled:
Magic to Subdue, Control, and Restrain-
Written by: Hilda Sortman,
Draco could certainly use some restraining, you thought wryly, as you settled more comfortably into the pillows, and read:
Restraining Magicks have been used for centuries, but it was the witch, Circe, who perfected them, using jewelry, food, drink, and other common objects, she brought entire armies to their knees, including, Odysseus' men. Morgan Le Fay, also used this magic extensively, on many men, including, King Arthur himself. Now, if your wondering why we've only mentioned withes using this magic so far, it's because it only works on men. Witches are invulnerable to restraining magic, and have been practicing it on men for years. There are rumors that Buffy herself, knew some subduing spells, to help her in vampire slaying. These magicks can be put on men, so that they can't hurt you, touch you, talk to you, annoy you, everything! Some of the spells are complicated. So give yourself several days to complete the spell. Also, some beginners may need supervision, so as not to endanger themselves, or their target. This Magic, however, must be used wisely. Often it can get out of hand, and come back to haunt you. Circe, became careless, and Odysseus, was able to triumph over her. Morgan Le Fay underestimated Merlin, and did not use a powerful enough spell. Lastly, Buffy eventually died, but all mortals do, then again. Happy reading, and I hope this book is informative, as well as a joy to read.
You placed the book down for a moment to let it all sink in. You could put restraining magic on Draco, and he wouldn't be able to harm you at all. Or even touch you if you so desired. This was perfect. You made a mental note to send a few owls to Augusta for these books. You opened it again, and looked through the chapters.
1)Introduction on Subduing
2)History on Controlling Spells
3)Restraining for the Worried Witch
4)Jewelry used in Restraining Magic
5)Circe's Recipes for the Best Subduing Foods
6)Morgan Le Fay's Strongest Potions
7)Buffy's Techniques and How to use Them
8)Other Ideas
You flipped to chapter 4 of the book, and began to read:
Jewelry can be the best form of Restraining Magic, because it is subtle, and not noticed by anyone, except the witch and her target. We will start off with the ring.
You skimmed down a little to where it read, 'Restraints From Harming You' and began to read again:
This is one of the most common reasons for wanting Restraining Magic, unfortunately, there are not many spells, and they are slightly difficult.
Bring it on! You thought. You didn't get top marks in school for nothing.
The first thing you need is a sturdy ring. One that won't rust, and has a bit of a subtle appearance. This will be the piece of jewelry you work on. Next you must collect the following ingredients for the spell….