I am immortal

I have inside me blood of kings

"Who are you looking for?"

Hermione takes a deep breath

"Albus Dumbledore."

"Albus Dumbledore is dead," I answer quickly, feeling disappointed.

"I know," she counters, but he commissioned a painting. He was able to perform the ritual and leave his imprint on it before being killed. And we know where the painting is."

"Where?"

"The noble and most ancient house of Black. The house of England that has produced the most immortals. The family home is somewhere in London," said Pansy.

I shake my head and the words blurt out of my mouth

"12 Grimmauld place. I have been there." the two women look at me, surprised. I explain. "Sirius Black was a friend until he was killed. They say it was one of his relatives."

"Bellatrix. She was the one who did it," says Hermione. "And Sirius Black was an ally of Dumbledore, so when he heard about his death he broke into his house before the Death Eaters got there and stole it. He hid it in the basement of Grimmauld Place and Bellatrix killed him looking for it, but she couldn't find it."

"It's settled then," says Pansy, "let's get some rest and we can leave in the morning for London. I assume you have a car, darling?" she asks, running her fingers through my hair. I nod, enthralled by her touch, but then clear my throat and say

"We need more people. We have to assume that the Riddle is after the painting too, so he must have guards in all the possible hideouts. We need a clan. I'll call Ron, he is already in London. Do you know anyone else?"

Pansy looks at Hermione, eyebrow lifted, while the other woman blushes.

"We could make a stop in Wiltshire."

"Pansy, I don't think that…"

The black haired woman stops her with a gesture

"I know you have...some kind of conflicting feelings for him, but I assure you, he would be loyal to me."

Hermione shakes her head looking at the floor. I ask

"Wiltshire? You mean Malfoy? Can he be trusted?"

"Has he ever attack you?" she counters. I shake my head no.

"And he saved your life," she says looking at Hermione.

"He was not happy about it, trust me," the curly woman answers.

"He must have had a reason to react in an unpleasant way. But it's been years and you haven't heard from him, so he is definitely not hunting you. I'll talk to him and if I sense any danger I'll take care of him myself."

"You are cold," I blurt.

She shrugs

"I'm pragmatic. Also, I'm pretty sure he would want to join us. We have a connection and he is pulling for my companionship. I can feel it in my bones."

"Alright then, we'll do it your way. Let's go rest," says Hermione, then she looks at me "do you want to go to a hotel or would you be ok on our couch?"

My heart pounds like is going to jump out of my chest.

"Couch is fine," I muster. We all walk out towards the parking lot and my car is the only one there.

"Nice! says Pansy. We have been laying low for a while now, I miss having some luxury in my life," she says looking at Hermione with fake reproachfulness. The other girl rolls her eyes

"We are grad students, we should live as such. You are flashy enough with your overly expensive wardrobe."

"What can I say, I'm spoiled," she says walking towards the front passenger seat. I open the driver's door and let Hermione into the back seat. I guess is good she is so tiny. Not a lot of room there.

They give me directions to their building in the graduate housing complex, which is on campus and therefore I assume is holy ground, safe for all of us to be together here. Smart girls.

"Welcome to our humble abode", says Pansy theatrically. "The loo is there, and that is your couch… unless you prefer better accommodations," she says, winking maliciously and getting into one of the bedrooms, closing the door behind her.

"Help yourself to anything in the fridge, there are blankets and sheets on the linen closet," says Hermione. We can leave at nine after rush traffic is passed.

I nod and thank her. She goes into her room and closes the door. I sit on the couch, fidgeting. "Better accommodations." does she mean it? Does she really want me to go to her room? Or is she just being a tease and may stab my neck if she thinks I'm trying to take advantage? I rub my face and suddenly my legs move on their own and I am standing in front of the room door. For a few seconds I hesitate, my hand ready to knock but I do not dare to do it. Suddenly the door opens and I'm being pulled inside by my collar, door slamming behind me. I'm happy to see that she has not got out of the devilish little dress and I can't wait to rip it off her. We are kissing wildly and walk her back towards the bed. When she feels it behind her she makes a swift move, switching us up and making me lose my balance and I flop on the bed. She stands in front of me, her hands reaching to her back for her zipper.

"Let me do it," I beg

She obliges, turning around and looking at me over her shoulder, smirking. Temptress. I sit up and slowly pull it down, all the way to the place where her lower back turns into the delicious curve of her arse. I reach for the straps of the dress and lower them down her shoulders until they slip down her arms. I kiss my way down from her shoulder blades to her lower back, pull the dress down her hips and it falls on the floor. In front of me is the most enticing thing I've seen in my life: she is wearing a g-string, so her bare cheeks are framed by strings of pearls. I'm so hard is painful. I turn her around and follow the pearl strings to the front, where they hold a small triangle of white lace that is so wet it looks like it may dissolve. I run my thumb over it and she takes a sharp breath in. I trace slow circles until my finger is soaked and I reach to put it to her lips. She sucks it greedily, and I pull it off her mouth to rub it over the hardening nipples that stand in front of me. She laces her fingers in my hair and guides my face to them. I happily oblige. I remember the Song of Solomon that the elders used to read at the weddings in my village

Your breasts are like two fawns

Twins of a gazelle

Grazing among the lilies

I feast on those breasts for a while, then stand and quickly switch us again, leaning her on the bed. She is a vision and I enjoy the view while I undo my shirt and trousers and let them fall on the floor. I get rid of my boxers and enjoy the way she stares at me, biting her lip and shamelessly scanning my body. She beckons me with a finger and I oblige. I kneel between her legs and help her out of the sinful string of pearls and she wraps her legs around me, inviting me in. Her hot, wet core is a drug and I feel high inside of her, and I hold her tight while I rock my self in and out, her delightful moans make me lose track of the world and all I want is to feel this woman come around me. As if reading my mind she does, clenching, squeezing, and I feel myself fall over the edge, pulsing in pleasure.