Midnight sighed as she felt herself glide effortlessly across the smooth
surface of the frozen pond. With the snow falling ever so slightly around
her, dotting everything with a modest cover of soft white. She was still
angry with Draco, the argument that they both had, still fresh in her mind.
She grumbled as she slowly stopped, adjusting her gloves, shivering
slightly.
As she started up again, picking up speed as her talent for figure skating kicked in. Interchanging between backwards and forwards, she felt truly free and relaxed. Jump after jump and spin after spin. Each reminding her of when she was at Durmstrang with Viktor.
She really did miss Krum. she smiled to herself as she remembered how she first met him. It had been a stroke of luck. Midnight remembered herself wandering aimlessly around the grounds one summer, just mulling over some thoughts when a voice called out to her in Bulgarian. Startled, she turned around to see Viktor Krum flying overhead on his broom. She had originally just smiled and waved before returning to her thoughts when a perfectly polished Firebolt broomstick landed at her feet. She had been startled and looked up, shielding her eyes against the morning sun. There was Viktor again, motioning for Midi to go for a fly around the grounds.
It was then that Krum and her became inseparable friends. With each passing year, Midnight found herself being drawn to him. Midnight grimaced suddenly. She had left Durmstrang and Krum behind that one year. when she left for Hogwarts. She still hated that day. She had been so emotional as she lost sight of the school.
And now, she attended Hogwarts. She had to admit; it wasn't as bad as she had thought. She had found out that she actually had family! She had two cousins, Medea and Pricilla LeFay. Both very nice and very caring. Then there was Draco.
Midnight snapped out of her dream like state when her skate snagged on the ice and she did a flip forwards, sending her sprawling. She whimpered as she got up, deciding that she would just shake off the thoughts and continue to just skate and enjoy herself.
The breakfast Draco endured in the morning was just as torturous as the night before. Midnight sat across from him daintily eating from her plate, her violet eyes looking around at everyone but him, hardly speaking to anyone at the table. Draco's mouth formed a straight line, and he too, fell silent... telling himself he wouldn't stoop to any form of reconciliation, as his mind went over the names she called him last night...all over Blaise's game of lies. He didn't care, he told himself and jabbed his fork into his eggs angrily.
After Midnight excused herself from the table, Narcissa's red lips lifted in a subtle smile. It was obvious the two 'lovebirds' had a spat-- she couldn't have been more delighted. Lucius seemed unusually preoccupied with the Daily Prophet, but suddenly looked up briefly from the paper to look at Midnight as she passed, then gave Draco an intense look he knew only too well. "Draco, you have my permission to use my study for further research in that school essay you were working on. It does well to see you attending to your studies, like you should. We must excel at Hogwarts..."
Narcissa's eyes narrowed suspiciously with the unusual talk of Draco having schoolwork on a holiday. "Since it's Christmas Eve, I would like to spend a whole day with my son. I could use your help supervising the decorations for tonight, as we'll be doing our traditional unwrapping of gifts" Narcissa gushed, as she reached over and gently touched her son's arm.
Lucius rose from his chair, his stately height towering over them at the head of the table. "I think not." he said in a commanding tone. "Draco has things to do today, Narcissa. As do I." Lucius snapped his fingers and a half-bowing house elf swiftly came in and handed up his traveling cloak. Lucius took it, turning his head toward Draco with a wary look, then at Narcissa. "You will leave him alone or answer to me when I return. I have business in Hogsmeade today."
Draco ignored his mother's melodramatic grumbling as he hurriedly finished his meal and went to his father's study. He leaned against the back of his father's sleek black leather chair and propped his legs up on the desk with an easy grin. He slid the book his father had reserved for his Defense Against the Dark Arts assignment and started to read the boring chapter on grindylows - this stuff was written for brainy mudbloods like Granger, he thought with a grimace.
He found himself turning the pages to another section in the book on deviant wand-making and smiled, thinking he would love to use some of this on Potter.... Draco's mind reminisced back to the first duel he'd had with Potter in front of the entire school and he smiled wickedly for a moment, wishing he could go back and redo it over again. He grabbed his wand lying on the desk, and swished it in a semi-circle with a malicious grin as he pointed it toward the wall of shelves lined with his father's precious books....
"Incendio!!" he cried gleefully, and suddenly the books burst into a blue firestorm. He laughed as they diminished to ashes one by one, imagining Harry Potter in flames. Then, with a twist of his wrist, he called out "Deletrius Incantatem!!".... and the books were once again restored as before.
Malfoy's brows knitted as he held his wand, caressing the smooth wood with his fingers and thought of what he might do to Midnight.... and instead looked down at the book lying on the desk. Opened to the first page, he noticed a short handwritten dedication inscribed on the inside front cover...
'For my friend Lucius Malfoy...
You will find this text useful, no doubt.
Snape
Draco's grey eyes widened as he quickly turned to the index to find what he was looking for.... there it was:
~*~
Imperio Canus (Seductio Icarias) ~
This old and rare potion was so-named from its controlling effects on human beings in a seductive setting. Carefully placed in a food or liquid, it causes the victim to be completely under the command of the one who administers it, who can make them do anything they wish. The life span of this potion ranges in the two to four hour mode, depending on the strength.
Said to be first created by Larmisi Canus, the famed dark potion master. For centuries the formula was known and used when deemed necessary by wizards around the world. The Ministry of Magic later deemed it an illegal substance, and usage would be subject to severe punishment. The original, which was said to contain a delicate blend of scarab beetle and daisy root, disappeared sometime in the last 50 years, and has not turned up to date.
~*~
Malfoy slowly closed the book, thinking of Midnight.... something stirred in him excitedly as he imagined all the things he would do to her tonight. He gritted his teeth, still angry from the confrontation they'd had last night during the party. He smiled as he looked out the window at the winter landscape outside. He could see Midnight off in the distance as she glided across the icy pond, her long sexy legs in skates, balanced and graceful. Draco knew he couldn't do that... never could stabilize his feet on the ice. He looked away, pushing away his wish that he could be with her out there...
His eyes wandered toward the hidden panel in his father's study wall and he knew it was time to do one last check on the potion. Stepping inside, and closing the panel behind him, Draco sauntered to the bottom of the stairs. There was the iron cauldron, its bubbling contents its inky colour telling Draco it had reached its full potency. Draco would slip the substance into Midnight's tea this evening.
Malfoy dropped a small narrow ladle into the kettle and, being the potion expert he was, extracted a small amount into a handheld glass vial. He almost settled for half-full, but then his mind conjured up a nice image of Midnight's luscious curves and found himself filling the vial to the top. Draco snickered to himself. The idea of controlling her like a puppet on a string.... Mmmmm.. it sounded so good.
He went back up to his father's study, sealing the panel to the hidden room. Glancing out the window again, he noted Midnight was no longer skating at the pond.... she most likely returned to the Manor by now. Draco cringed. He knew he'd have to make an effort to 'make up' with her, so that he could be in the room to make certain she drank the tea fringed with the potion. He reached for some parchment on his father's desk and dipped his quill in ink, and composed a note he would have a house elf deliver to her room.
~*~
Midnight....
I know you're quite miffed at me, but it would be better if we talked this out. Would you agree to meet alone tonight in your room after dinner?
Draco
~*~*~
Midnight had been fervently writing a thank you not to Viktor when Draco's note reached her. She grimaced as she read it, mumbling hotly as she crumpled it up, nodding to the house elf that she agreed. She returned to her letter with a heavy sigh, shaking her head as she signed it with a flourish. It was a thank you note for the package he had sent her. It had turned out to be a little something that he had picked up while in muggle London. He had purchased a very chic ensemble at Victoria's Secret and it fitted Midnight perfectly. She laughed airily knowing that Krum always liked to see her in pretty pieces. Whistling for her owl, she watched as Lucifer flew off into the darkening sky.
Right before dinner, Lucius ordered everyone to gather by the Christmas tree in the drawing room, where the gifts were distributed one by one, and opened.
Lucius received two bottles of rare wine vintage from Narcissa, a black bazoor fur hat from Draco. Lucius gave Narcissa a tiny gold alarm clock that sat inside a crystal dome, and she opened a long box from Draco that contained a white fur wrap imbedded with tiny sapphires - shuttering with delight, she leaned toward her son and gave him an affectionate, somewhat un-motherly kiss, ignoring her husband's disapproving scowl.
Draco was happy with his presents from his parents. Narcissa insisted he open hers first - a long -length bathrobe made of thick black velvet with tassels on the waistband, and also leather gloves. His father gave him gold cufflinks embossed with the Slytherin crest and his initials, a silver- tipped ebony walking cane (Draco's first) and a deluxe edition of Encylopedia of Dark Magic - Draco knew the only place Lucius could have purchased this rare volume was in Knockturn Alley, and couldn't help wondering if his father had witnessed the incident with Midnight on shopping day....
Draco shook off the thought as he opened Midnight's present... she gave him a lovely new cloak - black, with silver lining and a matching clasp. He beamed over at her...this would match the cane his father gave him! Underneath the tissue was another wrapped gift -- a long tie that had tiny blinking lights! He held it up in front of him and laughed.
Lucius looked over at Midnight, his pale blonde brows lifting with intrigue. He gave her an approving smile. "And now...I believe its your turn, my dear... and he handed her two gift-wrapped boxes. Narcissa's was a moving portrait of the Malfoy family, in an ornate green-jeweled frame. Lucius gave her a small bottle of expensive perfume and a silver mirror and brush set for her hair.
Draco got out of his chair and, with his best nonchalant act, gave Midnight his gift. It was wrapped in a small, narrow box with an emerald bow. Inside was a beautiful silver necklace and a matching anklet chain, with real black diamonds...
Midnight's hand trembled as she lightly grazed over the necklace. It sparkled in the light and the black diamonds simply were divine. "Oh Draco." she murmured softly.
Lucius stared at Draco, a wary look in his grey eyes. He sidled closer to his son in private conference. "Very rare stones, Draco... I think you might have overdone it." he murmured disapprovingly. "Is this girl worth depleting your Gringott's account?"
Draco cringed. Lucius was giving him the evil eye, thinking he'd fallen in love with her. "No father...the gift is nothing-- the stones aren't real...I'm just trying to impress her, okay?" But it was a lie. The stones were real and the thought of her wearing that necklace around her neck and her anklet was turning him on.
Lucius believed him, nodded and gave a short yank on his sleeve. "Remember...you have something to do tonight. I expect nothing but perfection, Draco. The dark master will accept nothing else..."
"Yes, I know, father..." Draco gazed over at Midnight and knew it was time to begin the process of making up with her. They hadn't spoken to each other all day. Narcissa pouted as she watched him get up from his chair and saunter over to where Midnight was sitting
"Truce, Midnight. So...I guess you got my message?" Draco asked quietly, with an effort to be casual. "Would you be willing to have that talk alone with me now?"
Midnight smiled softy towards Draco as she dropped her arms. The silver necklace and anklet now both sparkled and dazzled as they rested on her smooth pale skin. "Of course. Where?" she asked, giving the small house elf beside her all the gifts that she had received and stood up, brushing back a strand of hair from her shoulder, displaying the splendid necklace.
Draco grinned, feeling devious. "We could meet in my...err--*your* room after dinner--it's the most private place I can think of. I'll have the house elves bring a tea tray, and maybe some of those little chocolate cakes, all right? Then we'll talk..."
Midnight nodded slowly. "Chocolate cakes? Make it strawberry shortcake and you've got yourself a deal Draco." She said with a laugh before turning away and making her way back to her room.
Draco smiled to himself. His night of passion was coming into view, now that everything was in place.
As she started up again, picking up speed as her talent for figure skating kicked in. Interchanging between backwards and forwards, she felt truly free and relaxed. Jump after jump and spin after spin. Each reminding her of when she was at Durmstrang with Viktor.
She really did miss Krum. she smiled to herself as she remembered how she first met him. It had been a stroke of luck. Midnight remembered herself wandering aimlessly around the grounds one summer, just mulling over some thoughts when a voice called out to her in Bulgarian. Startled, she turned around to see Viktor Krum flying overhead on his broom. She had originally just smiled and waved before returning to her thoughts when a perfectly polished Firebolt broomstick landed at her feet. She had been startled and looked up, shielding her eyes against the morning sun. There was Viktor again, motioning for Midi to go for a fly around the grounds.
It was then that Krum and her became inseparable friends. With each passing year, Midnight found herself being drawn to him. Midnight grimaced suddenly. She had left Durmstrang and Krum behind that one year. when she left for Hogwarts. She still hated that day. She had been so emotional as she lost sight of the school.
And now, she attended Hogwarts. She had to admit; it wasn't as bad as she had thought. She had found out that she actually had family! She had two cousins, Medea and Pricilla LeFay. Both very nice and very caring. Then there was Draco.
Midnight snapped out of her dream like state when her skate snagged on the ice and she did a flip forwards, sending her sprawling. She whimpered as she got up, deciding that she would just shake off the thoughts and continue to just skate and enjoy herself.
The breakfast Draco endured in the morning was just as torturous as the night before. Midnight sat across from him daintily eating from her plate, her violet eyes looking around at everyone but him, hardly speaking to anyone at the table. Draco's mouth formed a straight line, and he too, fell silent... telling himself he wouldn't stoop to any form of reconciliation, as his mind went over the names she called him last night...all over Blaise's game of lies. He didn't care, he told himself and jabbed his fork into his eggs angrily.
After Midnight excused herself from the table, Narcissa's red lips lifted in a subtle smile. It was obvious the two 'lovebirds' had a spat-- she couldn't have been more delighted. Lucius seemed unusually preoccupied with the Daily Prophet, but suddenly looked up briefly from the paper to look at Midnight as she passed, then gave Draco an intense look he knew only too well. "Draco, you have my permission to use my study for further research in that school essay you were working on. It does well to see you attending to your studies, like you should. We must excel at Hogwarts..."
Narcissa's eyes narrowed suspiciously with the unusual talk of Draco having schoolwork on a holiday. "Since it's Christmas Eve, I would like to spend a whole day with my son. I could use your help supervising the decorations for tonight, as we'll be doing our traditional unwrapping of gifts" Narcissa gushed, as she reached over and gently touched her son's arm.
Lucius rose from his chair, his stately height towering over them at the head of the table. "I think not." he said in a commanding tone. "Draco has things to do today, Narcissa. As do I." Lucius snapped his fingers and a half-bowing house elf swiftly came in and handed up his traveling cloak. Lucius took it, turning his head toward Draco with a wary look, then at Narcissa. "You will leave him alone or answer to me when I return. I have business in Hogsmeade today."
Draco ignored his mother's melodramatic grumbling as he hurriedly finished his meal and went to his father's study. He leaned against the back of his father's sleek black leather chair and propped his legs up on the desk with an easy grin. He slid the book his father had reserved for his Defense Against the Dark Arts assignment and started to read the boring chapter on grindylows - this stuff was written for brainy mudbloods like Granger, he thought with a grimace.
He found himself turning the pages to another section in the book on deviant wand-making and smiled, thinking he would love to use some of this on Potter.... Draco's mind reminisced back to the first duel he'd had with Potter in front of the entire school and he smiled wickedly for a moment, wishing he could go back and redo it over again. He grabbed his wand lying on the desk, and swished it in a semi-circle with a malicious grin as he pointed it toward the wall of shelves lined with his father's precious books....
"Incendio!!" he cried gleefully, and suddenly the books burst into a blue firestorm. He laughed as they diminished to ashes one by one, imagining Harry Potter in flames. Then, with a twist of his wrist, he called out "Deletrius Incantatem!!".... and the books were once again restored as before.
Malfoy's brows knitted as he held his wand, caressing the smooth wood with his fingers and thought of what he might do to Midnight.... and instead looked down at the book lying on the desk. Opened to the first page, he noticed a short handwritten dedication inscribed on the inside front cover...
'For my friend Lucius Malfoy...
You will find this text useful, no doubt.
Snape
Draco's grey eyes widened as he quickly turned to the index to find what he was looking for.... there it was:
~*~
Imperio Canus (Seductio Icarias) ~
This old and rare potion was so-named from its controlling effects on human beings in a seductive setting. Carefully placed in a food or liquid, it causes the victim to be completely under the command of the one who administers it, who can make them do anything they wish. The life span of this potion ranges in the two to four hour mode, depending on the strength.
Said to be first created by Larmisi Canus, the famed dark potion master. For centuries the formula was known and used when deemed necessary by wizards around the world. The Ministry of Magic later deemed it an illegal substance, and usage would be subject to severe punishment. The original, which was said to contain a delicate blend of scarab beetle and daisy root, disappeared sometime in the last 50 years, and has not turned up to date.
~*~
Malfoy slowly closed the book, thinking of Midnight.... something stirred in him excitedly as he imagined all the things he would do to her tonight. He gritted his teeth, still angry from the confrontation they'd had last night during the party. He smiled as he looked out the window at the winter landscape outside. He could see Midnight off in the distance as she glided across the icy pond, her long sexy legs in skates, balanced and graceful. Draco knew he couldn't do that... never could stabilize his feet on the ice. He looked away, pushing away his wish that he could be with her out there...
His eyes wandered toward the hidden panel in his father's study wall and he knew it was time to do one last check on the potion. Stepping inside, and closing the panel behind him, Draco sauntered to the bottom of the stairs. There was the iron cauldron, its bubbling contents its inky colour telling Draco it had reached its full potency. Draco would slip the substance into Midnight's tea this evening.
Malfoy dropped a small narrow ladle into the kettle and, being the potion expert he was, extracted a small amount into a handheld glass vial. He almost settled for half-full, but then his mind conjured up a nice image of Midnight's luscious curves and found himself filling the vial to the top. Draco snickered to himself. The idea of controlling her like a puppet on a string.... Mmmmm.. it sounded so good.
He went back up to his father's study, sealing the panel to the hidden room. Glancing out the window again, he noted Midnight was no longer skating at the pond.... she most likely returned to the Manor by now. Draco cringed. He knew he'd have to make an effort to 'make up' with her, so that he could be in the room to make certain she drank the tea fringed with the potion. He reached for some parchment on his father's desk and dipped his quill in ink, and composed a note he would have a house elf deliver to her room.
~*~
Midnight....
I know you're quite miffed at me, but it would be better if we talked this out. Would you agree to meet alone tonight in your room after dinner?
Draco
~*~*~
Midnight had been fervently writing a thank you not to Viktor when Draco's note reached her. She grimaced as she read it, mumbling hotly as she crumpled it up, nodding to the house elf that she agreed. She returned to her letter with a heavy sigh, shaking her head as she signed it with a flourish. It was a thank you note for the package he had sent her. It had turned out to be a little something that he had picked up while in muggle London. He had purchased a very chic ensemble at Victoria's Secret and it fitted Midnight perfectly. She laughed airily knowing that Krum always liked to see her in pretty pieces. Whistling for her owl, she watched as Lucifer flew off into the darkening sky.
Right before dinner, Lucius ordered everyone to gather by the Christmas tree in the drawing room, where the gifts were distributed one by one, and opened.
Lucius received two bottles of rare wine vintage from Narcissa, a black bazoor fur hat from Draco. Lucius gave Narcissa a tiny gold alarm clock that sat inside a crystal dome, and she opened a long box from Draco that contained a white fur wrap imbedded with tiny sapphires - shuttering with delight, she leaned toward her son and gave him an affectionate, somewhat un-motherly kiss, ignoring her husband's disapproving scowl.
Draco was happy with his presents from his parents. Narcissa insisted he open hers first - a long -length bathrobe made of thick black velvet with tassels on the waistband, and also leather gloves. His father gave him gold cufflinks embossed with the Slytherin crest and his initials, a silver- tipped ebony walking cane (Draco's first) and a deluxe edition of Encylopedia of Dark Magic - Draco knew the only place Lucius could have purchased this rare volume was in Knockturn Alley, and couldn't help wondering if his father had witnessed the incident with Midnight on shopping day....
Draco shook off the thought as he opened Midnight's present... she gave him a lovely new cloak - black, with silver lining and a matching clasp. He beamed over at her...this would match the cane his father gave him! Underneath the tissue was another wrapped gift -- a long tie that had tiny blinking lights! He held it up in front of him and laughed.
Lucius looked over at Midnight, his pale blonde brows lifting with intrigue. He gave her an approving smile. "And now...I believe its your turn, my dear... and he handed her two gift-wrapped boxes. Narcissa's was a moving portrait of the Malfoy family, in an ornate green-jeweled frame. Lucius gave her a small bottle of expensive perfume and a silver mirror and brush set for her hair.
Draco got out of his chair and, with his best nonchalant act, gave Midnight his gift. It was wrapped in a small, narrow box with an emerald bow. Inside was a beautiful silver necklace and a matching anklet chain, with real black diamonds...
Midnight's hand trembled as she lightly grazed over the necklace. It sparkled in the light and the black diamonds simply were divine. "Oh Draco." she murmured softly.
Lucius stared at Draco, a wary look in his grey eyes. He sidled closer to his son in private conference. "Very rare stones, Draco... I think you might have overdone it." he murmured disapprovingly. "Is this girl worth depleting your Gringott's account?"
Draco cringed. Lucius was giving him the evil eye, thinking he'd fallen in love with her. "No father...the gift is nothing-- the stones aren't real...I'm just trying to impress her, okay?" But it was a lie. The stones were real and the thought of her wearing that necklace around her neck and her anklet was turning him on.
Lucius believed him, nodded and gave a short yank on his sleeve. "Remember...you have something to do tonight. I expect nothing but perfection, Draco. The dark master will accept nothing else..."
"Yes, I know, father..." Draco gazed over at Midnight and knew it was time to begin the process of making up with her. They hadn't spoken to each other all day. Narcissa pouted as she watched him get up from his chair and saunter over to where Midnight was sitting
"Truce, Midnight. So...I guess you got my message?" Draco asked quietly, with an effort to be casual. "Would you be willing to have that talk alone with me now?"
Midnight smiled softy towards Draco as she dropped her arms. The silver necklace and anklet now both sparkled and dazzled as they rested on her smooth pale skin. "Of course. Where?" she asked, giving the small house elf beside her all the gifts that she had received and stood up, brushing back a strand of hair from her shoulder, displaying the splendid necklace.
Draco grinned, feeling devious. "We could meet in my...err--*your* room after dinner--it's the most private place I can think of. I'll have the house elves bring a tea tray, and maybe some of those little chocolate cakes, all right? Then we'll talk..."
Midnight nodded slowly. "Chocolate cakes? Make it strawberry shortcake and you've got yourself a deal Draco." She said with a laugh before turning away and making her way back to her room.
Draco smiled to himself. His night of passion was coming into view, now that everything was in place.