To Just Silver, this chapter was a B**** to write, but i got there Ama won't mind, I'll send you an alternatie reality Draco ;) ! Incitatus, BOL with all those meetings, i WILL timeshare Lucius with you :) Sandy, all will become clear, eventually, and he's cute! And Last but not least MoonShadow, *blushes* many thanks, as with Sandy all quesitons will be answered, except Hermoien and Ron, i already did that one, end of True Dragon ! Right Luvvies, read on!
Drawing back from the kiss was harder than getting into it, she discovered. She wanted him to kiss her, and keep kissing her, but this was getting a little beyond what she had hoped for. And there was still the spell to discuss.
When she sat back he was watching her, inky eyes deep with something, as if he was caught between elation and despair. It came to her then, that not everyone even in this magic dominated world was as aware of fate as she was. Some of them probably didn't believe in it at all.
There was a lot she could say, but at heart she was still insecure, still a teenager who hadn't known in life, security or content.
"Do you regret that?"
***
He was watching her, those huge green eyes clear as crystal showing that she was sure of how she felt, love at first sight, he would have sworn, on his life, that it was impossible. But now…. He didn't doubt that it was love, he had to stifle a sigh, the ultimate irony, a pureblood ex deatheater falling for someone who couldn't be more Muggle bred. And then her words reached him and he snapped back to the present.
"No!"
He knew that his voice was slightly harsh, but that was how it was, they were probably as neurotic as each other he let an eyebrow drift up. Too long around Lucius and son, he was picking up Malfoy gestures.
"Do you?"
She shook her head, a sort of quiet confidence in her eyes, then a spark of mischief.
"Does that mean I'm stuck with you?"
The corner of his mouth crept up into a smile, she was more like a kitten than a snake, and then an amused throat clearing reached his ears.
"I do hope I'm not interrupting?"
For a moment he closed his eyes in agony and railed at life the universe and everything.
"No Black, you're not interrupting a thing"
He turned to watch Sirius Black enter the library, he moved with a predatory grace that belied his height as if the world was shifting all the laws of physics to make him look good. That was why Sirius had had his share of partners through school, girls and boys alike had flocked to him, and he had never been one to say no, so why was he looking so damn pleased with himself?
"I knew you'd sunk a long way Serverus, but seducing the students, that's lame"
The irony in the words caught them between a joke and an insult but from the studied tension of the woman in his lap she had taken it as the latter.
"I think you'll find it's the other way around, and Harry's in the south tower"
Her voice was deadly, he liked the idea of her seducing him, but then he felt as if she'd been a part of him forever. They'd have to talk about that later, Sirius's face at the moment was much too much of an interesting shade to be ignored. He shot a questioning glance at Miriam and she continued to talk, her voice now sounding airy, it was that tone that people used when they were telling you something you didn't know, and the other person didn't want you to know.
"Oh didn't you know? Harry and Sirius are….
"Miriam!"
Harry was standing in the doorway of the library looking slightly scandalised.
"Is it necessary to spread that around?"
The boy looked more than a little aggrieved, but Sirius almost seemed to have relaxed, as if finding out Harry had told her something relaxed him.
"Then tell him to keep his paws out of my relationship"
He watched as her acerbic words seemed to dawn on Harry, and he noticed where she was sitting, he would have laughed except she began to trace patterns idly up and down his arms and that captured his attention.
She looked up and her eyes were soft, but the edges were still red, then he remembered how he'd gotten into this position in the first place.
"You found the defence spell, what is it?"
***
She knew he'd remember eventually she had just hoped it would be after she'd done the dirty deed. She looked over his shoulder and made shooing motions to Harry who backed out of the door holding Sirius by the hand.
Then she looked back into those heart of darkness eyes and sighed.
"Its simplicity itself Serverus"
His brows quirked in question and she made a gesture towards the giant book lying open on the table, the words written in blood.
"The Sangue Malificarium there tells me I need to speak three words and then slit my wrists and bleed onto the ground."
His eyes went flat, and slightly more than deadly.
"You're not going to do it"
It was more of an order than a statement of concern but she shook her head.
"I have too"
How could she explain to someone who looked at her like that why she had to, well, attempt what looked like suicide. Taking a deep breath she leant back into the cradle of his arms and told him about the visions.
By the time she had finished speaking the candles had lit themselves and were running wax, from the looks of it it was after midnight outside.
"So, you'll do It because its prophecy?"
She nodded and then shook her head.
"Its that, and I'll do it because it feels right to me to do it, because I have to"
He nodded, as if something in the mixed statement appealed to him.
"Fine, but I will be there"
She smiled up at him, that was perfect, that was how she wanted it to be. Her thoughts were about to spill out into positive actions when the candles flickered and went out, and a long unearthly wind blew through the library.
"What's that?"
Her night vision wasn't certain but she was sure that he had paled, and his voice when he spoke was a hollow echo.
"Ama was born at 1.34, her affirmations starting.
Somehow she had an idea that that was a bad thing.
Drawing back from the kiss was harder than getting into it, she discovered. She wanted him to kiss her, and keep kissing her, but this was getting a little beyond what she had hoped for. And there was still the spell to discuss.
When she sat back he was watching her, inky eyes deep with something, as if he was caught between elation and despair. It came to her then, that not everyone even in this magic dominated world was as aware of fate as she was. Some of them probably didn't believe in it at all.
There was a lot she could say, but at heart she was still insecure, still a teenager who hadn't known in life, security or content.
"Do you regret that?"
***
He was watching her, those huge green eyes clear as crystal showing that she was sure of how she felt, love at first sight, he would have sworn, on his life, that it was impossible. But now…. He didn't doubt that it was love, he had to stifle a sigh, the ultimate irony, a pureblood ex deatheater falling for someone who couldn't be more Muggle bred. And then her words reached him and he snapped back to the present.
"No!"
He knew that his voice was slightly harsh, but that was how it was, they were probably as neurotic as each other he let an eyebrow drift up. Too long around Lucius and son, he was picking up Malfoy gestures.
"Do you?"
She shook her head, a sort of quiet confidence in her eyes, then a spark of mischief.
"Does that mean I'm stuck with you?"
The corner of his mouth crept up into a smile, she was more like a kitten than a snake, and then an amused throat clearing reached his ears.
"I do hope I'm not interrupting?"
For a moment he closed his eyes in agony and railed at life the universe and everything.
"No Black, you're not interrupting a thing"
He turned to watch Sirius Black enter the library, he moved with a predatory grace that belied his height as if the world was shifting all the laws of physics to make him look good. That was why Sirius had had his share of partners through school, girls and boys alike had flocked to him, and he had never been one to say no, so why was he looking so damn pleased with himself?
"I knew you'd sunk a long way Serverus, but seducing the students, that's lame"
The irony in the words caught them between a joke and an insult but from the studied tension of the woman in his lap she had taken it as the latter.
"I think you'll find it's the other way around, and Harry's in the south tower"
Her voice was deadly, he liked the idea of her seducing him, but then he felt as if she'd been a part of him forever. They'd have to talk about that later, Sirius's face at the moment was much too much of an interesting shade to be ignored. He shot a questioning glance at Miriam and she continued to talk, her voice now sounding airy, it was that tone that people used when they were telling you something you didn't know, and the other person didn't want you to know.
"Oh didn't you know? Harry and Sirius are….
"Miriam!"
Harry was standing in the doorway of the library looking slightly scandalised.
"Is it necessary to spread that around?"
The boy looked more than a little aggrieved, but Sirius almost seemed to have relaxed, as if finding out Harry had told her something relaxed him.
"Then tell him to keep his paws out of my relationship"
He watched as her acerbic words seemed to dawn on Harry, and he noticed where she was sitting, he would have laughed except she began to trace patterns idly up and down his arms and that captured his attention.
She looked up and her eyes were soft, but the edges were still red, then he remembered how he'd gotten into this position in the first place.
"You found the defence spell, what is it?"
***
She knew he'd remember eventually she had just hoped it would be after she'd done the dirty deed. She looked over his shoulder and made shooing motions to Harry who backed out of the door holding Sirius by the hand.
Then she looked back into those heart of darkness eyes and sighed.
"Its simplicity itself Serverus"
His brows quirked in question and she made a gesture towards the giant book lying open on the table, the words written in blood.
"The Sangue Malificarium there tells me I need to speak three words and then slit my wrists and bleed onto the ground."
His eyes went flat, and slightly more than deadly.
"You're not going to do it"
It was more of an order than a statement of concern but she shook her head.
"I have too"
How could she explain to someone who looked at her like that why she had to, well, attempt what looked like suicide. Taking a deep breath she leant back into the cradle of his arms and told him about the visions.
By the time she had finished speaking the candles had lit themselves and were running wax, from the looks of it it was after midnight outside.
"So, you'll do It because its prophecy?"
She nodded and then shook her head.
"Its that, and I'll do it because it feels right to me to do it, because I have to"
He nodded, as if something in the mixed statement appealed to him.
"Fine, but I will be there"
She smiled up at him, that was perfect, that was how she wanted it to be. Her thoughts were about to spill out into positive actions when the candles flickered and went out, and a long unearthly wind blew through the library.
"What's that?"
Her night vision wasn't certain but she was sure that he had paled, and his voice when he spoke was a hollow echo.
"Ama was born at 1.34, her affirmations starting.
Somehow she had an idea that that was a bad thing.