All right, moi dyetye, I should be apologizing profusely for not having updated this silly little series in what....three months? Oi! Isvenitye, moi
krasivvuiy chelovyeki. Ya ni znayu, ya ni znayu...
(I've been taking Russian. Can you tell?)
Well, I don't know how well-received this will be after three months of silence, but I can always try to win back your affection, can't I? But of
course. On with the story!
Detention, Drama, and a lot of Draco....Part Three
AND a Rather Stinging Rebuttal to PikaCheeka, giver of My First Flame Ever
For what it's worth, maya druzya.....Chapter Three.
Enjoy?
It's really very enjoyable watching him work, I thought to myself. Draco had been dusting the bookshelves for nearly two hours, and one of us
had loved every minute of it. One of us whose name was not Malfoy.
When did he stop being scrawny? I wondered. Puberty had been very good to Draco Malfoy, apparently. He wasn't the tiny, porcelain first year
I remembered. He had grown quite tall, and his shoulders had broadened magnificently. Yes, he was quite easy on the eyes, that one. He did
need a haircut, though. Those trademark silver-blonde Malfoy locks were a bit of a vanity point with him. Oh, the laughs we had all had in the
faculty lounge after hours as Severus told us of the "pep talk" Draco gave his hair in the morning.
"All right, boys, you've got to look good because today we've got double Charms with Ravenclaw and Mandy Brocklehurst has been giving us
the Eye ..." Snape snickered as we all burst into laughter. Even Trelawney had been giggling.
My eyes watered as I tried not to chuckle from the memory. Draco cast me a puzzled glance and I bit my lip as I inadvertently wondered what
he had told that shock of pale hair before he came to my detention. Probably "win one for the Gipper" ... although if he thought I was going
anywhere NEAR the "Gipper" tonight, he was dead wrong...
And that thought tore it. I snorted with laughter, and as Draco cast those icy grey eyes at me, I lost whatever semblance of composure I once
had. Shrieks of laughter bounced off the classroom walls and I could see Draco, through the merriment-induced tears in my eyes, staring at me
curiously.
"Really, Celia, if you don't stop soon, I'll be forced to call Madam Pomfrey."
Between laughs, I replied, "No, I'm all right. Really."
"Well, compose yourself then. People will wonder what I'm doing to you," he grinned lasciviously. I suddenly felt light-headed as several
interesting scenarios flickered through my mind ... most of them involving Draco and the feather duster he wielded. Shaking myself, I grinned
charmingly at him.
"You can count on me ... Coach," I said before I could stop myself. Draco shook his head and resumed his dusting as I howled with laughter.
***
"There. Finished," he said suddenly as he slammed a book onto the highest shelf. I didn't notice; I was busy grading Parvati Patil's
Constellations essay.
"Honestly, it's S-A-G-I-T-T-A-R-I-U-S! And Orion does NOT have a pair of matching shoes for his belt ..." I clutched my hair in frustration
and glanced up from my work. Malfoy was leaning on my desk, his elbows propped on the surface and his chin resting in his palms.
"Gryffindors," I muttered, rolling my eyes.
"Did anyone ever tell you you're cute when you're angry?" Draco asked suddenly.
"Did anyone ever tell you you have feathers in your hair?" I countered, as I picked a bit of pink fluff out of his silken Malfoy strands.
"Stupid duster," he murmured.
"Ooh, leave them. Witch Weekly did a wonderful article last week about the magical powers of certain feathers."
"Mmm ... are these feathers found in dusters?" Draco smiled, unfolding his legs and sliding over to my chair in one liquid movement.
"Well, who knows? You might get lucky," I smirked at him.
"Oh, I DO hope so," Draco drawled. He slid behind my chair and snaked his arms around my waist. Yes, this boy was certainly a Slytherin.
I raised my eyebrows. "Y'know, Draco, I believe I may have given you the wrong impression earlier today."
"And how is that, m'lady?" he asked, muzzling my neck. Oh God ...
"I'm not normally that forward when responding to someone's advances ..."
"So I'm just lucky then, aren't I?" Draco murmured, his attention still occupied with layering soft kisses on my collarbone. I stifled a small
gasp.
"Oh, now enough of that. Can't have you thinking I'm easy, now, can I?" I said forcefully, unlocking Draco's hands from around my waist and
slipping out of my seat. I could see confusion flash through his eyes. Strange, they looked almost wistful. I began to walk around the room.
"Celia, believe me when I say that you are just about as far away from 'easy' as is humanly possible," and at this he grinned. "Hell, if you were
easy, I'd have had you in bed two hours ago."
"Is that so?" I asked sarcastically. "Pardon me for not succumbing to your intense and brooding Malfoy aura, then. I hope your libido will
forgive me."
"Oh, I don't know. My libido's very sensitive, you may have caused it permanent damage."
"The body-glitter, stilletos-and-hot-pants sort of damage?" I grinned, envisioning Malfoy prancing around in a feather boa and a bustier. Quite
hilarious.
"Perhaps. But I'm afraid that sort of damage would be too devastating to you," Draco grinned as well, stroking a finger along my jawline.
"You'd cry yourself to sleep, wondering what might have been."
I leveled my gaze at his and pretended to survey him critically.
"Y'know, Malfoy, I have an old pair of short-shorts you might find very useful, if the time comes."
Oh dear. That came out ALL wrong ...
Draco grinned. "I suppose I'll show my warm and generous side by not ripping you apart for that last comment."
I glared at him. "I believe you detention is over, Mr. Malfoy. You're free to leave." I sat down on the edge of my desk. Bad move on my part,
and Draco knew it. Instantly, his hands were clenched to the desk on either side of me, his face inches from mine. Mrs. Robinson never had this
problem, I thought. SHE was always in charge. I felt more like Mary Kay LeTourneau ...
"Oh, but Professor, I haven't been punished ..." Draco said in the best sultry whisper his eighteen-year-old voice could muster. "You still have
to punish me ..." his eyes locked with mine, "I've been an awfully naughty boy ..." his breath misted on my cheeks, "I deserve it."
My eyes narrowed. I was tired of being his prey, damn it. This child wanted punishing? I could supply. I turned to him and smiled.
I made my eyes soft and heavy-lidded. "Draco," I murmured, startled at how drugged my voice sounded. I slid my hands up the front of Draco's
school robes and unfastened the top button. "Draco ..." I whispered again as I slid off the desk, standing close enough to feel the heat radiating
from his body. I unfastened the second button ... and the third ... and the fourth ...
Draco's body shuddered as I brushed the bare skin under his collarbone. Oh, it wouldn't be long now ... I smiled lazily as Draco's hands
released their death grip on my desk and wrapped tentatively around my waist ...
And in a flash of arms and legs and robes, I had trapped him. The look of utter shock on Draco's face as I sat astride him on the desk was
absolutely priceless.
"Cel, what the h--"
I didn't let him finish. I brought my lips crushing down on his before he could complete his sentence. I could feel his gasp in my mouth; I was
being a bit rough with him. Well, no turning back now.
I ran my tongue along his lips, opening them not-too-gently and probing inside. I grinned as I heard Draco whimper when I ran my tongue
along his teeth and when he trembled against me. His hands roved over my back, but I grabbed them and pinned them above his head. As I
broke the kiss, Draco frantically whispered, "Celia, what's going on?"
"Punishment," I said cryptically before silencing him with another burning kiss. As I kissed him, I pushed Draco's robes aside, leaving his chest
bare. I could feel his hands circle around my waist again, resting on my hips. Well, nothing a little Binding Spell couldn't fix. Draco and I both
smiled as the ropes wound around his wrists. I had misjudged him. He seemed to be enjoying himself. I gazed at his chest. A bit pale, but
otherwise satisfactory.
Draco asked suddenly, "Like what you see?"
I grinned at him. "Well, you're not Slytherin Seeker for nothing. And I'd ask you the same thing, but it seems that I already have my answer," I
laughed, as I rocked my hips a bit against the bulge under Draco's robes. He uttered a soft moan as his hips bucked involuntarily.
"Now that's what I like to hear," I smirked, before I lowered myself to his chest.
I had decided at the beginning that this would be his punishment: to tease him as close as I could to the verge, and then leave him. But as I
teased, as I licked and nipped and kissed, as I grazed his left nipple with my teeth, I noticed that aside from a few groans and throaty growls,
Draco was remarkably self-possessed. Interesting ... I had expected him to groan and plead for completion ... other men, more experienced than
he, had always done so. Maybe this little whelp wasn't all hormones. Damn. Guilt began to seep in.
I shouldn't try to take advantage of him in such a cruel way. He was young, yes, but Draco Malfoy had more willpower than any other man I'd
ever met. Waves of shame coursed through me.
I laid my head on his chest and felt the steady rise and fall of his ribcage.
"Why'd you stop?" Draco asked. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't have an answer. Besides, I was too comfortable and too tired to say anything
or move. It had been a long day. I closed my eyes and could feel myself drifting into unconsciousness when something called me.
"Hmm?" I answered sleepily.
"D'you think you could undo these ropes? It's rather frustrating trying to hold you when I'm all trussed up."
"Finite incantatem," I muttered, as I wrapped my arms around his chest. Young or not, Draco Malfoy was a very able pillow. As I sailed into
oblivion, the last thing I recalled was two strong arms pulling me close and ensconcing me in warm robes.
It was a comfortable feeling.
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And now the Rebuttal to my First Flame Ever:
Hi, Pikacheeka. So glad you enjoyed the story. A few notes on your review, though. I have a few questions.
First, I was under the impression that exclamation marks (y'know, the ! you used so proficiently) were not means for communication when
used by themselves. I thought they were merely punctuation, not to be used stand-alone. (Or with 622 of their friends, as you saw fit to use
them.) But hey, maybe that's just me. I'll be sure to check and see if exclamation points, by themselves, are a grammatically correct way of
expressing emotion.
Because I know I felt EXACTLY what you were feeling when you used them. The emotions were just so clear and understandable. They're
such articulate punctuation marks.
As for the new character....erm.....no? Professor Sinistra was mentioned in Book Four. She's a member of the Astronomy Department at
Hogwarts. Mad-Eye danced with her at the Yule Ball. So I think that effectively rules out your most compelling argument that she is a "Mary
Sue." So no, you can NOT say that. Sorry.
I'm so glad I was a recipient of one of your ballistic flames. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, to know I'm a member of a select club of
ingrates whose sole purpose in life is honking off YOU, and YOU PERSONALLY, PikaCheeka. I've been to a club meeting, and I must say,
my fellow members are a delightful bunch. We're working on coming up with a mission statement. I'm on the Appropriations Committee. As
for using a new name, well, I do admit that I'm gutless. But there are a few readers that know who I am, and if they desire, I give them full
permission to tell whomever they choose my real identity. I DID give you all a clue in my Bio. Should I give another one now? All right. Colin
Creepy. Good enough?
No, I am NOT Professor Sinistra. I resent that; she's got severe mental issues that I hope I'll never have to address. But hey, she does have an
18-year-old Draco pawing her, so....maybe that would make up for something. I'm so sorry you thought this would be about Herm and Draco; I
didn't say anything about Hermione in the summary, I don't know where you got it from, but hey, it's bound to be my fault somehow, right?
Right. Couldn't be that you didn't READ the summary well enough.....no, no. NEVER.
I rated the story PG-13. It wasn't graphic. I could show you a few graphic fics. I don't have the balls to write anything very graphic. That's why
Celia is such a tease.
I'm so sorry my story made you physically ill. Did you see a doctor? if not, can I give you my number? She's very excellent with anger
management. What COULD I be hinting at?
And I am so TERRIBLY, HORRIBLY sorry that you had lots of homework and have been stressed out. Oh, I'm sure Celia and Draco would
crawl on their knees and caress your poor, aching feet with their tears if they knew the heartache they had caused you. Dear me, to think of
having to do all sorts of homework and then HAVING to log on to the internet and HAVING to go to fanfiction.net and HAVING to read my
story.....oh, you are such a victim and I'm crying buckets just thinking of your miserable situation.
I feel wretched for having caused you such emotional, psychological, and physical anguish. May my writing hand be cut off, burned, thrown
to the dogs, and may all my pens and pencil be taken away. I am not worthy to write another word as long as I live, for I have offended the
great PIKACHEEKA. I only pray that someday you will forgive me.
Although I will NEVER forgive myself.
Sincerely,
Celtic Princess
PS it's spelled "again."
krasivvuiy chelovyeki. Ya ni znayu, ya ni znayu...
(I've been taking Russian. Can you tell?)
Well, I don't know how well-received this will be after three months of silence, but I can always try to win back your affection, can't I? But of
course. On with the story!
Detention, Drama, and a lot of Draco....Part Three
AND a Rather Stinging Rebuttal to PikaCheeka, giver of My First Flame Ever
For what it's worth, maya druzya.....Chapter Three.
Enjoy?
It's really very enjoyable watching him work, I thought to myself. Draco had been dusting the bookshelves for nearly two hours, and one of us
had loved every minute of it. One of us whose name was not Malfoy.
When did he stop being scrawny? I wondered. Puberty had been very good to Draco Malfoy, apparently. He wasn't the tiny, porcelain first year
I remembered. He had grown quite tall, and his shoulders had broadened magnificently. Yes, he was quite easy on the eyes, that one. He did
need a haircut, though. Those trademark silver-blonde Malfoy locks were a bit of a vanity point with him. Oh, the laughs we had all had in the
faculty lounge after hours as Severus told us of the "pep talk" Draco gave his hair in the morning.
"All right, boys, you've got to look good because today we've got double Charms with Ravenclaw and Mandy Brocklehurst has been giving us
the Eye ..." Snape snickered as we all burst into laughter. Even Trelawney had been giggling.
My eyes watered as I tried not to chuckle from the memory. Draco cast me a puzzled glance and I bit my lip as I inadvertently wondered what
he had told that shock of pale hair before he came to my detention. Probably "win one for the Gipper" ... although if he thought I was going
anywhere NEAR the "Gipper" tonight, he was dead wrong...
And that thought tore it. I snorted with laughter, and as Draco cast those icy grey eyes at me, I lost whatever semblance of composure I once
had. Shrieks of laughter bounced off the classroom walls and I could see Draco, through the merriment-induced tears in my eyes, staring at me
curiously.
"Really, Celia, if you don't stop soon, I'll be forced to call Madam Pomfrey."
Between laughs, I replied, "No, I'm all right. Really."
"Well, compose yourself then. People will wonder what I'm doing to you," he grinned lasciviously. I suddenly felt light-headed as several
interesting scenarios flickered through my mind ... most of them involving Draco and the feather duster he wielded. Shaking myself, I grinned
charmingly at him.
"You can count on me ... Coach," I said before I could stop myself. Draco shook his head and resumed his dusting as I howled with laughter.
***
"There. Finished," he said suddenly as he slammed a book onto the highest shelf. I didn't notice; I was busy grading Parvati Patil's
Constellations essay.
"Honestly, it's S-A-G-I-T-T-A-R-I-U-S! And Orion does NOT have a pair of matching shoes for his belt ..." I clutched my hair in frustration
and glanced up from my work. Malfoy was leaning on my desk, his elbows propped on the surface and his chin resting in his palms.
"Gryffindors," I muttered, rolling my eyes.
"Did anyone ever tell you you're cute when you're angry?" Draco asked suddenly.
"Did anyone ever tell you you have feathers in your hair?" I countered, as I picked a bit of pink fluff out of his silken Malfoy strands.
"Stupid duster," he murmured.
"Ooh, leave them. Witch Weekly did a wonderful article last week about the magical powers of certain feathers."
"Mmm ... are these feathers found in dusters?" Draco smiled, unfolding his legs and sliding over to my chair in one liquid movement.
"Well, who knows? You might get lucky," I smirked at him.
"Oh, I DO hope so," Draco drawled. He slid behind my chair and snaked his arms around my waist. Yes, this boy was certainly a Slytherin.
I raised my eyebrows. "Y'know, Draco, I believe I may have given you the wrong impression earlier today."
"And how is that, m'lady?" he asked, muzzling my neck. Oh God ...
"I'm not normally that forward when responding to someone's advances ..."
"So I'm just lucky then, aren't I?" Draco murmured, his attention still occupied with layering soft kisses on my collarbone. I stifled a small
gasp.
"Oh, now enough of that. Can't have you thinking I'm easy, now, can I?" I said forcefully, unlocking Draco's hands from around my waist and
slipping out of my seat. I could see confusion flash through his eyes. Strange, they looked almost wistful. I began to walk around the room.
"Celia, believe me when I say that you are just about as far away from 'easy' as is humanly possible," and at this he grinned. "Hell, if you were
easy, I'd have had you in bed two hours ago."
"Is that so?" I asked sarcastically. "Pardon me for not succumbing to your intense and brooding Malfoy aura, then. I hope your libido will
forgive me."
"Oh, I don't know. My libido's very sensitive, you may have caused it permanent damage."
"The body-glitter, stilletos-and-hot-pants sort of damage?" I grinned, envisioning Malfoy prancing around in a feather boa and a bustier. Quite
hilarious.
"Perhaps. But I'm afraid that sort of damage would be too devastating to you," Draco grinned as well, stroking a finger along my jawline.
"You'd cry yourself to sleep, wondering what might have been."
I leveled my gaze at his and pretended to survey him critically.
"Y'know, Malfoy, I have an old pair of short-shorts you might find very useful, if the time comes."
Oh dear. That came out ALL wrong ...
Draco grinned. "I suppose I'll show my warm and generous side by not ripping you apart for that last comment."
I glared at him. "I believe you detention is over, Mr. Malfoy. You're free to leave." I sat down on the edge of my desk. Bad move on my part,
and Draco knew it. Instantly, his hands were clenched to the desk on either side of me, his face inches from mine. Mrs. Robinson never had this
problem, I thought. SHE was always in charge. I felt more like Mary Kay LeTourneau ...
"Oh, but Professor, I haven't been punished ..." Draco said in the best sultry whisper his eighteen-year-old voice could muster. "You still have
to punish me ..." his eyes locked with mine, "I've been an awfully naughty boy ..." his breath misted on my cheeks, "I deserve it."
My eyes narrowed. I was tired of being his prey, damn it. This child wanted punishing? I could supply. I turned to him and smiled.
I made my eyes soft and heavy-lidded. "Draco," I murmured, startled at how drugged my voice sounded. I slid my hands up the front of Draco's
school robes and unfastened the top button. "Draco ..." I whispered again as I slid off the desk, standing close enough to feel the heat radiating
from his body. I unfastened the second button ... and the third ... and the fourth ...
Draco's body shuddered as I brushed the bare skin under his collarbone. Oh, it wouldn't be long now ... I smiled lazily as Draco's hands
released their death grip on my desk and wrapped tentatively around my waist ...
And in a flash of arms and legs and robes, I had trapped him. The look of utter shock on Draco's face as I sat astride him on the desk was
absolutely priceless.
"Cel, what the h--"
I didn't let him finish. I brought my lips crushing down on his before he could complete his sentence. I could feel his gasp in my mouth; I was
being a bit rough with him. Well, no turning back now.
I ran my tongue along his lips, opening them not-too-gently and probing inside. I grinned as I heard Draco whimper when I ran my tongue
along his teeth and when he trembled against me. His hands roved over my back, but I grabbed them and pinned them above his head. As I
broke the kiss, Draco frantically whispered, "Celia, what's going on?"
"Punishment," I said cryptically before silencing him with another burning kiss. As I kissed him, I pushed Draco's robes aside, leaving his chest
bare. I could feel his hands circle around my waist again, resting on my hips. Well, nothing a little Binding Spell couldn't fix. Draco and I both
smiled as the ropes wound around his wrists. I had misjudged him. He seemed to be enjoying himself. I gazed at his chest. A bit pale, but
otherwise satisfactory.
Draco asked suddenly, "Like what you see?"
I grinned at him. "Well, you're not Slytherin Seeker for nothing. And I'd ask you the same thing, but it seems that I already have my answer," I
laughed, as I rocked my hips a bit against the bulge under Draco's robes. He uttered a soft moan as his hips bucked involuntarily.
"Now that's what I like to hear," I smirked, before I lowered myself to his chest.
I had decided at the beginning that this would be his punishment: to tease him as close as I could to the verge, and then leave him. But as I
teased, as I licked and nipped and kissed, as I grazed his left nipple with my teeth, I noticed that aside from a few groans and throaty growls,
Draco was remarkably self-possessed. Interesting ... I had expected him to groan and plead for completion ... other men, more experienced than
he, had always done so. Maybe this little whelp wasn't all hormones. Damn. Guilt began to seep in.
I shouldn't try to take advantage of him in such a cruel way. He was young, yes, but Draco Malfoy had more willpower than any other man I'd
ever met. Waves of shame coursed through me.
I laid my head on his chest and felt the steady rise and fall of his ribcage.
"Why'd you stop?" Draco asked. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't have an answer. Besides, I was too comfortable and too tired to say anything
or move. It had been a long day. I closed my eyes and could feel myself drifting into unconsciousness when something called me.
"Hmm?" I answered sleepily.
"D'you think you could undo these ropes? It's rather frustrating trying to hold you when I'm all trussed up."
"Finite incantatem," I muttered, as I wrapped my arms around his chest. Young or not, Draco Malfoy was a very able pillow. As I sailed into
oblivion, the last thing I recalled was two strong arms pulling me close and ensconcing me in warm robes.
It was a comfortable feeling.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And now the Rebuttal to my First Flame Ever:
Hi, Pikacheeka. So glad you enjoyed the story. A few notes on your review, though. I have a few questions.
First, I was under the impression that exclamation marks (y'know, the ! you used so proficiently) were not means for communication when
used by themselves. I thought they were merely punctuation, not to be used stand-alone. (Or with 622 of their friends, as you saw fit to use
them.) But hey, maybe that's just me. I'll be sure to check and see if exclamation points, by themselves, are a grammatically correct way of
expressing emotion.
Because I know I felt EXACTLY what you were feeling when you used them. The emotions were just so clear and understandable. They're
such articulate punctuation marks.
As for the new character....erm.....no? Professor Sinistra was mentioned in Book Four. She's a member of the Astronomy Department at
Hogwarts. Mad-Eye danced with her at the Yule Ball. So I think that effectively rules out your most compelling argument that she is a "Mary
Sue." So no, you can NOT say that. Sorry.
I'm so glad I was a recipient of one of your ballistic flames. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, to know I'm a member of a select club of
ingrates whose sole purpose in life is honking off YOU, and YOU PERSONALLY, PikaCheeka. I've been to a club meeting, and I must say,
my fellow members are a delightful bunch. We're working on coming up with a mission statement. I'm on the Appropriations Committee. As
for using a new name, well, I do admit that I'm gutless. But there are a few readers that know who I am, and if they desire, I give them full
permission to tell whomever they choose my real identity. I DID give you all a clue in my Bio. Should I give another one now? All right. Colin
Creepy. Good enough?
No, I am NOT Professor Sinistra. I resent that; she's got severe mental issues that I hope I'll never have to address. But hey, she does have an
18-year-old Draco pawing her, so....maybe that would make up for something. I'm so sorry you thought this would be about Herm and Draco; I
didn't say anything about Hermione in the summary, I don't know where you got it from, but hey, it's bound to be my fault somehow, right?
Right. Couldn't be that you didn't READ the summary well enough.....no, no. NEVER.
I rated the story PG-13. It wasn't graphic. I could show you a few graphic fics. I don't have the balls to write anything very graphic. That's why
Celia is such a tease.
I'm so sorry my story made you physically ill. Did you see a doctor? if not, can I give you my number? She's very excellent with anger
management. What COULD I be hinting at?
And I am so TERRIBLY, HORRIBLY sorry that you had lots of homework and have been stressed out. Oh, I'm sure Celia and Draco would
crawl on their knees and caress your poor, aching feet with their tears if they knew the heartache they had caused you. Dear me, to think of
having to do all sorts of homework and then HAVING to log on to the internet and HAVING to go to fanfiction.net and HAVING to read my
story.....oh, you are such a victim and I'm crying buckets just thinking of your miserable situation.
I feel wretched for having caused you such emotional, psychological, and physical anguish. May my writing hand be cut off, burned, thrown
to the dogs, and may all my pens and pencil be taken away. I am not worthy to write another word as long as I live, for I have offended the
great PIKACHEEKA. I only pray that someday you will forgive me.
Although I will NEVER forgive myself.
Sincerely,
Celtic Princess
PS it's spelled "again."