The Succubus Club
A/n : Okay, there is no excuse for how long I've been gone. If it makes you feel any better, I was not unproductive during my breif "vacation". I finished the handwritten version of the Succubus club and have actually started on it's sequal! Hurray for me! Anyway, at least now you don't have to wait extended periods of time for the rest, right? Any way, enough babbling on my part. Enjoy the story and a large thank you to everyone who read and reviewed the story so far. I'm starting a reviewers list in the next part to show my appreciation to you all.
" Draco?"
The silvery blond head shot up from his Crystalmancy homework to see Jimi sitting up slightly, propped on her elbow and smiling drowzily. For a moment he just stared at her.
" Madame Pomfrey!" He yelled in surprise. Jimi blinked in dazed confusion at him as the hospital ward matron came into the room.
" Mister Malfoy! Please do not yell like that!" She snapped.
" Fine, but Jimi's awake." He protested sulkily. Whirling, the witch looked in surprise at the girl on the bed.
" Four days." She said briskly, regaining her stride. " That was fairly quick, but you do know you have to continue to stay here until you've regained your strength." Jimi pouted before smiling slightly, amber eyes glowing.
" If you could help me arrange it, I can get better really quick." She said slyly. Madame Pomfrey looked shocked.
" Absoultly NOT!" The woman exclaimed, sounding positively scandilized. " Mr. Malfoy, you've been here for over an hour. I think it's time you leave. You need sleep before your night classes." With a mutinous glare, Draco gathered his things and bent to kiss Jimi good-bye. " Don't you dare Mr. Malfoy." The woman said sternly. Straightening, Draco shot one more dirty look at the woman before leaving.
" I don't understand why you were so anxious." JImi sulked from her bed as the woman closed the door. " It would just have been a little tiny bit, just enough to maybe sit myself up. She added as the nurse propped her up.
" Ms. Richardson, you couldn't controal how much energy you drained from Mr. Malfoy. You would begin to leech his energy from any skin on skin contact and then you would have raised a comotion." Unsatisfied with the explination, but accepting it's truth, Jimi leaned back and allowed the woman to give her the potion she held.
*
At Dinner that night a note appeared at the Gryffindor table beside Harry's plate. Hesitantly, he picked it up and opened it. His eyes lit up as he scanned the note and he elbowed Ron and Hermione, reading the note in a sotto voice.
Jimi's awake. You can probally go visit her now.
Nodding, the three rose and slipped out of the Great Hall, dashing up towards the Medical wing.. By the time they reached the doors they could hear Jimi in the midst of a loud and heated argument.
" The pain is temporary! It will pass! If you want to keep doing this all half-assed it won't ever work! We might as well wait for the week to end!" Harry and the others could hear a muffled, coaxing reply. " NO!"
" Please!" Madame Pomfrey sounded distressed. " She's not strong enough to be upset like this." The door swung open and Snape swept out, steaming goblet in hand.
" Very well, we'll do it your way." He turned and stopped in his step as he glared at the three students staring at him suspisiously. HIs face seemed to wash of its bit of color.
" What are you three doing wandering around during dinner?" He hissed.
" We came to see Jimi." Harry responded defiantly. A cold smirk crept across Snape's face.
" Ms. Richardson is in a particularly foul mood. Be my guest." Pointedly walking around the teacher, the three entered the room. Jimi half-sat, half-reclined in her bed, pillows propping her up. Perhaps it was the angle of the candle light on her amber eyes, but they seemed to shine oddly. The trio approached quietly as JImi bent at the waist, arms around herself as her face contorted in pain.
" Jimi?" Ron questioned wairily.
" WHAT!?" She snarled, whirling. The three took a hesitant step back and the girl's face softened. " Oh guys, I'm sorry!" She gasped. " Come on over, sit with me. Professer Snape isn't the best company."
" We could have told you that." Hermione laughed. " We could hear you two in the hallway."
" Or you atleast." Ron continued. " Boy, you gave him what for! But hey, we have something for you." Reaching into his pockets, he removed a small bag. " All your favorites." He grinned, setting the candy from Honeydukes before her. Jimi smiled at him weakly.
" Thanks guys. Come on, sit down." She patted the bed. Ron came over and sat beside her before springing up with a yelp. " Ron, what's wrong?"
" I sat on something!" He blustered, serching the blankets. His hand hit upon a small crystal figurine. Pulling it out, the four examined it in the golden glow of the candlelight.
It was a tiny amber statuette and undeniably Jimi. The little amber woman was caught in the motion of turning, her tiny bag dangling from one hand and wide open as the other hand was positioned to brush back a lock of hair from her face. A small questioning smile sitting on her face, as if someone had just called her name. The four were silent for a moment.
" Someone is a truely wonderful Crystalmancer." Hermione whispered in awed amazement.
" Crystalmancer?" The others asked as one. The brunette sighed.
" A Crystalmancer," She explained. " has the ability to magically mold crystal and stone into any form, easier than if it were clay. It's a really beautiful art but very persise. This is the work of a second year Crystalmancy student at least"
" Isn't that a night calss?" Ron asked. Harry nodded.
" Yeah. It's mostly upperclass Ravenclaws." He agreed, turning the tiny model of the girl. " Hey! I remeber this!"
" What?" Jimi cocked her eyebrow as if Harry were a bit mad.
" The statue. It was the first day of potion. Remeber? We were leaving class and you had dropped your quill. You know, that cool, black inderecent one?"
" Oh! And Dean called for me to wait and I turned to see who was calling me!" Jimi finished, absently sorting her Bertie Botts every flavor beans into piles by colors. " I remeber that too, but who could have done it. There weren't any Ravenclaws in the hall. Just us and the Slytherins..." Her voice trailed off and she smiled, plucking te small crystal from Ron's hand.
" What?" Hermione asked, noticing the far off look in Jimi's eyes.
" Nothing." She said. " Here, help me eat some of this junkfood before Madame Pomfrey chases you out."
*
Jimi was almost asleep when the the teachers gathered together in the room. Groggily, she sat up, the energy she had seemed to posess earlier a mear memory and the aftertaste of orange and gingerbeer beans strange in her mouth.
" Are you Sure this is what you want?" The Headmaster asked softly. Resoultly she nodded, struggling to right herself. " Very well. Severus?" The potion master approached the bed and slipped an arm underneath her back, holding her upright as he handed her a goblet filled with a roiling, seething potion. With a sassy wink and nervous smile, Jimi raised the cup to her lips and quickly drank down the potion. It was almost as quick as hers. Arching her back quickly in shock, she doubled over on herself, fighting to find the breath to scream when a large hand slipped into her own. Her own hand clenched tightly around the other before her eyelids fluttered closed adn seh slumped back into the of Severus Snape, who gingerly extracted his hand from her limp grip.
" Her grip is stronger than Mara's was." He murmured, mostly to himself as he absently massaged the center of his palm with his thumb. " If the ministry was correct, I's realistic to assume she should be awake and capable of attending her classes tomorrow."
I'll bring her things up so she can get ready here." Professer McGonagall voluntered, leaving. Quickly, the rest of the staff all found urgent things to do as well, leaving Dumbledore and Snape alone in the room.
" She does look a great deal like Mara, doesn't she?" The elder man asked rethorically, staring down at the girl who had fallen into a crumpled heap among the wrinkled bedding.
" Amazingly so." The raven haired man replied blandly. Perhaps with a bit too little emotion. Dumbledore frowned.
" How long has it been Severus?"
" Fifteen years."
" She's not..."
" I am aware of that fact, Albus." Without another glance at the bed, he stood and turned towards the door. " I will see you at breakfast,Headmaster. Good night."
*
" Now that we've finished reviewing creatures and curses, I think it's time we move on..." His voice trailed off as the doors to the DADA room opened and a paler, thinner Jimi entered. " Ah, Ms. Richardson, so nice of you to join us. As I was explaining before I was intrupted," Professer Tenniel continued as Jimi slipped into her her seat between Ron and Hermione. " this year, out main focus is Demons and we will be begining," His strange green eyes took on a cruel glint. " with Incubus and Succubi." Jimi felt her mouth go dry as her hands clenched convulsively. What was he doing? Why was he doing this? " Can anyone tell me about these two demon types?" Dean Thomas hesitantly raised his hand.
" They're uh, related, right?"
" Five points to Gryffindor. The two are just diffrent variations of the same subspecies of demon with Incubi being purely male and Succubi being compleatly female. They're energy feeding demons, unique in the fact that they obtain their nessary energy sexually." Jimi sank low in her seat as the class around her sent disgusted and shocked noises and looks back and forth.
" Ewwwww! Who'd wan't to sleep with a demon!?" Parvati exclaimed in disgust.
" Good question Ms. Patil, who indeed?" As Jimi's hands began to shake, she hid them in her sleeves. " To be brutally honest, no one does. These demons," He paused to assure himself they were taking notes. " are notorious rapeists. Luckily there are certian ways to discourage them."
*
Jimi was ready to be sick by the time class had ended.
" Remeber, I want three and a half feet of parchment about Incubus for Monday. Remeber, to describe their nature, repelents, and of course, what happens if a woman is impregnated by this demon." The chiming bell to dismiss class echoed through the room. " And Ms. Richardson?" He called above the din as she bolted for the door before half her classmates had stood. " I expect a particularly good essay from you, particularly concerning the impregnation, what with your father being an Incubus and all.."
It was as if time had stopped in the classroom. Students stood frozen where they stood, shock etched on their faces as they stared at Jimi, who swayed where she stood, eyes glued to the cruel smirk on her teacher's face. Dropping her bag from hernumb fingers, Jimi whirled and bolted from the room.
" Oh dear." Tenniel quipped with a mock sincerity belived by many. " I didn't know she was passing as human."
*
She sank to her knees in the tall grass, her shoulders shaking with heaving sobs.
Tenniel had just spent well over an hour and a half pounding the most disparaging and disgusting facts about Succubi into the heads of her housemates and then had oh so casually had told them that she was part Succubus How could she stay at the school now? People would demand she go before she hurt their children
A rustling noise behind her drew her attention momentarily from her despair. Two voices spoke off to her left, seemingly oblivious to her. Looking up, she drew in her breath sharply as she realized just where her blinded flight had taken her. The Forbidden Forest. Leaping to her feet, she looked around almost frantically, hoping to see some sort of trail out or perhaps some sign of her enterance. There was none. Desperately, she headed off towards the fading voices.
Okay kidlets, that's it for the moment. Sorry it's not particularly long, but I just didn't have as much time today as I could have and it's kinda late. Hopefully I left you with a good question or two to ponder, like the breif conversation about a woman named Mara perhaps? You know you wanna read it. lol. Remeber, if you review, you get your name at the bottom of the next installment as a great big thank you ( and yes, that is shameless bribery.) Love,
Arnica.