Midnight crept up the boy's dormitory stairs as quietly as she could, her
soft slippers muffling the sound of her feet as she ascended the steps at a
painfully slow pace. She didn't want to take any chances. Why, if one of
the Prefects caught her in the boy's dormitories. well, she'd be in for it.
Shivering slightly in her t-shirt and shorts, she finally reached level ground. Catching her breath she looked around. There were doors on either side of her, and they all looked the same. Of course! How could she have been so thick!!! Midnight crept along the hallway, wincing as the floorboards creaked under her shifting weight. Reaching the end of the hall, there was a door-with a Slytherin crest on it. How could she have ever forgotten. The Slytherin team had their own room, and since there were no girls on the team this year, it made thing even more convenient for Midnight.
Holding her breath, Midnight reached out and gingerly grasped the cold metal of the doorknob. Slowly, she tried the knob, but soon found out that the door was locked. Gently releasing the handle Midnight reached into her back pocket and whipped out her wand. It's polished surface glinting in the faint morning light. Crouching down so she was eye level with the keyhole, she pointed her wand sharply at it. "Alohomora!" she hissed. Midnight straightened up, satisfied with herself. The door had clicked open and she now slowly opened the door. The pale misty light flooded the minute crack as she peered inside the room.
Immediately, the soft grunts and heavy breathing of the typical teen-aged boys met her ears. She grimaced, as it was quite irritating. Glancing about, she tried to pick out each bed and it's occupant. As she opened the door a little bit wider she spotted a lone bed by the closed window. This particular bed caught Midnight's eye since it was unlike the rest. This bed seemed in better shape and was much more richly detailed than the rest. However, the dead giveaway was the trunk at its foot, with the initials, "D.M." carved in silver against black.
Grinning she stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her with a soft snap. Thankfully, no one even so twitched a muscle. Now creeping across the room, her violet eyes glimmered oddly in the dark room with a strange sparkle. When she reached the window, she slowly pulled back the curtains, letting the pale morning flood the room. Looking around she noticed that everyone was still sound asleep.
Tucking her wand away she stepped into the light's path and directly in front of Draco's hangings. Slowly and softly she began to whisper sweet little catches as she arched her back and ran her hand along her stomach as she watched her own shadow project her sultry movements across Draco's hangings. Mumbling softly she slightly prodded the hangings, hoping to rouse Draco from his sleep.
Malfoy stirred slightly as the bed was bumped by something. His bare feet kicked against the folds of the coverlet and he lifted his head off the pillow with half-lidded eyes in the direction of the movement.
Draco stared groggily at the shadow flickering across his bed-hanging as the dream-like feminine form moving into a seductive dance, his body slowly stirring at the sight.
Wow...if this was another dream... it was certainly a *better* one, he thought as the pleasure of it put a smile on his face.
After a few minutes of ogling, Malfoy's mind suddenly snapped back to reality-- knowing well from his obvious body reaction that he was fully awake-- he reached out under the covers and grabbed the curtains in this fist, flinging them back. His lips forming a crooked smile, Draco expected to see one of his Slytherin roommates doing some kind of practical joke, projecting a picture of 'Babe of the Month' from PlayWizard in front of him --
Instead, he found Midnight Riddle standing in front of his bed, casting a flirtatious smile his way. His pale brows furrowed at her as his hands instinctively went to his opened silk pajama shirt and closed it.
"What are YOU doing here?" he hissed irritably, looking around to see if any neighboring housemates were awake.
Midnight suddenly giggled as she pounced on Draco, knocking him back so he was once again lying on the bed, with her straddling his hips. Looking down at the slightly winded and very shocked Draco she let her eyes roam over his partially covered chest and to his tousled hair. Letting her index finger slide down the exposed part of Draco's chest, she looked back into Draco's eyes.
"Gotcha!" she hissed playfully as she flicked some of her platinum hair out of her eyes.
"And. Mmm! Good *Morning* Sleepyhead!!!!" Midnight purred loudly as she looked back at the now flushed Draco.
Grinning triumphantly as she heard a very disgruntled Marcus Flint call from the bed nearest to Draco. "Oi! Draco! Whatcha got there?!" His voice sounded peeved off and a bit groggy as he pulled back the hangings.
If he hadn't been still groggy, Marcus would've laughed heartily as his gaze fell upon the flushed Draco to the girl on his lap! "Malfoy, seems you got a decent wake up call," he sneered, rubbing his left eye roughly. "Why didn't you tell us you were getting it on with Riddle?" he joked, as several of the other guys were waking up and peering around their hangings to see what was happening.
"Riddle! Don't look down!" Warrington jeered as he sat up in his bed, an almost intellectual look in his face for once.
His face hot with rage, Malfoy looked down at the raised member of his lower anatomy easily seen through his drawstring pajama bottoms. Instinctively, he reached toward the bed and yanked down the coverlet, holding it in front of him.
Midnight snickered loudly as she slipped off Draco's lap to stand near the window, the chilly air blowing against her skin as she grinned evilly at Malfoy. Crossing her arms she rolled her eyes. "I was beginning to wonder what that *tiny* thing against my inner thigh was."
Draco tried joining in with Flint and Warrington with a short-lived laugh but, by now, any attempt to appear cool and unruffled by Midnight's morning raid was useless.... he was fuming inside, trying to think of some way to put Little Miss Riddle in her place...
"Think you can violate the boys dorm any time your pretty heart desires, do you?" he snarled. "Well-- unless you've decided to entertain ALL six of us with another one of your fetching little erotic dances... I suggest you leave now- -"
Midnight paled as she looked over the other Slytherin boys. She had to stop herself from gagging.
Malfoy's pale eyebrows lifted, accompanied by an evil grin. "Otherwise, we'll hold you here until Snape is summoned and let *him* deal with you, Midnight!"
Looking up with relief as his roommates began to laugh while closing in around Midnight. Draco began counting. "Okay-One." His gray eyes began twinkling with amusement at her expression as he continued, "Two........."
Midnight shifted uneasily as the laughter filled the room. Then, as they started advancing on her she began to squirm. Her eyes looked from Flint to Warrington to Draco as she slowly tried to work her way around the oncoming males.
Giving a very nervous laugh she looked around. "Awwww. c'mon you guys. it was a joke." she whined softly as she backed away.
The guys kept advancing with Draco leading, headless of what she had said. "Look out Riddle." Marcus laughed, suddenly lunging at Midnight.
She gave muffled scream as she dodged Marcus and bolted towards the closed door, fighting her way past the Slytherin beaters with difficulty as they held her back.
"Hey, we got you. Stop struggling there Riddle." Warrington said stupidly.
"Yeah. got you." said another, probably the beater.
Glaring and struggling and giving them both a hard bite on each of their arms and drawing blood, she managed to wriggle free, continuing to zigzag past other obstacles. Fumbling frantically with the latch she suddenly was pulled to the floor and back towards the group. She kicked hard as she scrambled up, finally getting the door open.
"Come back here!" she heard Marcus yell after her.
"C ya!" she laughed as high tailed it out of the dorm and back into the girl's.
Turning his head toward the door, Malfoy watched Midnight leave. His smile broadened as he slid out of bed and trotted to his wardrobe in bare feet. Flint leaned against the bedpost; arms folded and gave Draco a toothy smile. "That one will be *yours* to play with, Malfoy," he laughed. "I'm betting on it!"
Malfoy rolled his eyes at the ceiling. "Maybe." he guffawed and began dressing for the day. But as he packed his trunk for the holiday trip home, Draco weighed his dilemma carefully. His father's order to invite Midnight to stay with his family over the Yule Break was bothering him more now.
Draco was still thinking about it whilst standing in the shower, the warm water running over his wet hair. He was sure his father was scheming... Midnight was Lord Voldemort's daughter, of course... but having her at the Manor was going to be quite complicated for his parents-- and for him - he looked down at his body remembering the reaction she'd given him earlier and he smiled in spite of his concerns. Last year he was looking forward to this trip but now he thought of his mother...her somewhat over possessive nature and he dreaded her reaction to his bringing an attractive girl like Midnight as a guest in her home for the entire three weeks of holiday vacation.
What in the world was his father up to?
Draco knew he'd find out soon.
~*~
All right all of you! Thanks to A.A. in particular with her great reviews! Also to Deadly Nightshade as well! All of my readers have just been super great! Not one real flame so far, which is just the coolest thing out there! So once again, THANKS SO MUCH!!!! *huggles!!*
0.o I know Alex should put something. but I've had trouble with my messenger lately, so when I can get him, i'll add something from him. (
Shivering slightly in her t-shirt and shorts, she finally reached level ground. Catching her breath she looked around. There were doors on either side of her, and they all looked the same. Of course! How could she have been so thick!!! Midnight crept along the hallway, wincing as the floorboards creaked under her shifting weight. Reaching the end of the hall, there was a door-with a Slytherin crest on it. How could she have ever forgotten. The Slytherin team had their own room, and since there were no girls on the team this year, it made thing even more convenient for Midnight.
Holding her breath, Midnight reached out and gingerly grasped the cold metal of the doorknob. Slowly, she tried the knob, but soon found out that the door was locked. Gently releasing the handle Midnight reached into her back pocket and whipped out her wand. It's polished surface glinting in the faint morning light. Crouching down so she was eye level with the keyhole, she pointed her wand sharply at it. "Alohomora!" she hissed. Midnight straightened up, satisfied with herself. The door had clicked open and she now slowly opened the door. The pale misty light flooded the minute crack as she peered inside the room.
Immediately, the soft grunts and heavy breathing of the typical teen-aged boys met her ears. She grimaced, as it was quite irritating. Glancing about, she tried to pick out each bed and it's occupant. As she opened the door a little bit wider she spotted a lone bed by the closed window. This particular bed caught Midnight's eye since it was unlike the rest. This bed seemed in better shape and was much more richly detailed than the rest. However, the dead giveaway was the trunk at its foot, with the initials, "D.M." carved in silver against black.
Grinning she stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her with a soft snap. Thankfully, no one even so twitched a muscle. Now creeping across the room, her violet eyes glimmered oddly in the dark room with a strange sparkle. When she reached the window, she slowly pulled back the curtains, letting the pale morning flood the room. Looking around she noticed that everyone was still sound asleep.
Tucking her wand away she stepped into the light's path and directly in front of Draco's hangings. Slowly and softly she began to whisper sweet little catches as she arched her back and ran her hand along her stomach as she watched her own shadow project her sultry movements across Draco's hangings. Mumbling softly she slightly prodded the hangings, hoping to rouse Draco from his sleep.
Malfoy stirred slightly as the bed was bumped by something. His bare feet kicked against the folds of the coverlet and he lifted his head off the pillow with half-lidded eyes in the direction of the movement.
Draco stared groggily at the shadow flickering across his bed-hanging as the dream-like feminine form moving into a seductive dance, his body slowly stirring at the sight.
Wow...if this was another dream... it was certainly a *better* one, he thought as the pleasure of it put a smile on his face.
After a few minutes of ogling, Malfoy's mind suddenly snapped back to reality-- knowing well from his obvious body reaction that he was fully awake-- he reached out under the covers and grabbed the curtains in this fist, flinging them back. His lips forming a crooked smile, Draco expected to see one of his Slytherin roommates doing some kind of practical joke, projecting a picture of 'Babe of the Month' from PlayWizard in front of him --
Instead, he found Midnight Riddle standing in front of his bed, casting a flirtatious smile his way. His pale brows furrowed at her as his hands instinctively went to his opened silk pajama shirt and closed it.
"What are YOU doing here?" he hissed irritably, looking around to see if any neighboring housemates were awake.
Midnight suddenly giggled as she pounced on Draco, knocking him back so he was once again lying on the bed, with her straddling his hips. Looking down at the slightly winded and very shocked Draco she let her eyes roam over his partially covered chest and to his tousled hair. Letting her index finger slide down the exposed part of Draco's chest, she looked back into Draco's eyes.
"Gotcha!" she hissed playfully as she flicked some of her platinum hair out of her eyes.
"And. Mmm! Good *Morning* Sleepyhead!!!!" Midnight purred loudly as she looked back at the now flushed Draco.
Grinning triumphantly as she heard a very disgruntled Marcus Flint call from the bed nearest to Draco. "Oi! Draco! Whatcha got there?!" His voice sounded peeved off and a bit groggy as he pulled back the hangings.
If he hadn't been still groggy, Marcus would've laughed heartily as his gaze fell upon the flushed Draco to the girl on his lap! "Malfoy, seems you got a decent wake up call," he sneered, rubbing his left eye roughly. "Why didn't you tell us you were getting it on with Riddle?" he joked, as several of the other guys were waking up and peering around their hangings to see what was happening.
"Riddle! Don't look down!" Warrington jeered as he sat up in his bed, an almost intellectual look in his face for once.
His face hot with rage, Malfoy looked down at the raised member of his lower anatomy easily seen through his drawstring pajama bottoms. Instinctively, he reached toward the bed and yanked down the coverlet, holding it in front of him.
Midnight snickered loudly as she slipped off Draco's lap to stand near the window, the chilly air blowing against her skin as she grinned evilly at Malfoy. Crossing her arms she rolled her eyes. "I was beginning to wonder what that *tiny* thing against my inner thigh was."
Draco tried joining in with Flint and Warrington with a short-lived laugh but, by now, any attempt to appear cool and unruffled by Midnight's morning raid was useless.... he was fuming inside, trying to think of some way to put Little Miss Riddle in her place...
"Think you can violate the boys dorm any time your pretty heart desires, do you?" he snarled. "Well-- unless you've decided to entertain ALL six of us with another one of your fetching little erotic dances... I suggest you leave now- -"
Midnight paled as she looked over the other Slytherin boys. She had to stop herself from gagging.
Malfoy's pale eyebrows lifted, accompanied by an evil grin. "Otherwise, we'll hold you here until Snape is summoned and let *him* deal with you, Midnight!"
Looking up with relief as his roommates began to laugh while closing in around Midnight. Draco began counting. "Okay-One." His gray eyes began twinkling with amusement at her expression as he continued, "Two........."
Midnight shifted uneasily as the laughter filled the room. Then, as they started advancing on her she began to squirm. Her eyes looked from Flint to Warrington to Draco as she slowly tried to work her way around the oncoming males.
Giving a very nervous laugh she looked around. "Awwww. c'mon you guys. it was a joke." she whined softly as she backed away.
The guys kept advancing with Draco leading, headless of what she had said. "Look out Riddle." Marcus laughed, suddenly lunging at Midnight.
She gave muffled scream as she dodged Marcus and bolted towards the closed door, fighting her way past the Slytherin beaters with difficulty as they held her back.
"Hey, we got you. Stop struggling there Riddle." Warrington said stupidly.
"Yeah. got you." said another, probably the beater.
Glaring and struggling and giving them both a hard bite on each of their arms and drawing blood, she managed to wriggle free, continuing to zigzag past other obstacles. Fumbling frantically with the latch she suddenly was pulled to the floor and back towards the group. She kicked hard as she scrambled up, finally getting the door open.
"Come back here!" she heard Marcus yell after her.
"C ya!" she laughed as high tailed it out of the dorm and back into the girl's.
Turning his head toward the door, Malfoy watched Midnight leave. His smile broadened as he slid out of bed and trotted to his wardrobe in bare feet. Flint leaned against the bedpost; arms folded and gave Draco a toothy smile. "That one will be *yours* to play with, Malfoy," he laughed. "I'm betting on it!"
Malfoy rolled his eyes at the ceiling. "Maybe." he guffawed and began dressing for the day. But as he packed his trunk for the holiday trip home, Draco weighed his dilemma carefully. His father's order to invite Midnight to stay with his family over the Yule Break was bothering him more now.
Draco was still thinking about it whilst standing in the shower, the warm water running over his wet hair. He was sure his father was scheming... Midnight was Lord Voldemort's daughter, of course... but having her at the Manor was going to be quite complicated for his parents-- and for him - he looked down at his body remembering the reaction she'd given him earlier and he smiled in spite of his concerns. Last year he was looking forward to this trip but now he thought of his mother...her somewhat over possessive nature and he dreaded her reaction to his bringing an attractive girl like Midnight as a guest in her home for the entire three weeks of holiday vacation.
What in the world was his father up to?
Draco knew he'd find out soon.
~*~
All right all of you! Thanks to A.A. in particular with her great reviews! Also to Deadly Nightshade as well! All of my readers have just been super great! Not one real flame so far, which is just the coolest thing out there! So once again, THANKS SO MUCH!!!! *huggles!!*
0.o I know Alex should put something. but I've had trouble with my messenger lately, so when I can get him, i'll add something from him. (