Arilyn sat on the side of her new bed, in her new room, surveying her new
surroundings. Being Sorted into Slytherin meant staying in their dungeons,
and putting up with their fondness for green. And so much green! Green
carpet, green beadspread, green wallpaper, green wall hangings, portraits
of people dressed in green, there was just too much of the colour. And
almost everything that was green was edged in silver. She could see herself
becoming bored with the two colours very quickly. Of course, she had always
preferred purples, blues and dark reds, but one could not have everything
one wished for.
She stood up and, ignoring her bags, walked over to a small bookshelf. On it were a few books, and even better, ones that she hadn't yet read. They would be good when the nights got long.
But she could not think of books just yet, as she had somewhere to be, and someone to meet. And so she set out into the halls of Hogwarts, making her way up into the darker shadows of the passage near the Great Hall.
She chose a shadow where a person dressed as she could easily go unnoticed, and prepared to wait for the children to spill out of the Hall from their dinners and be off into their warm beds. Fortunately for her, she did not have to wait long.
Soon enough the doors opened, she out came the students, tired and in need of their nights rest. She watched the older children passing by, laughing and talking amongst themselves, the scared looking first years not knowing where to go just yet, and among the many unfamiliar and unimportant faces she saw the one she was looking for: Draco Malfoy.
He was with his two friends, Crabbe and Goyle, laughing at a sour looking Harry Potter, who was walking ahead of Draco with his own two tag-alongs. But as soon as Draco saw Arilyn's face in the darkness, he stoped in his tracks.
"Draco?" asked Crabbe, wondering why Malfoy had stopped laughing with them.
"Go on ahead. I'll be in later." replied Draco hurriedly.
Draco walked over into the shadow that he had last seen Arilyn's pale face looking out at him, and felt a cold hand clutch his arm almost instantly.
He was led down an empty hallway and out through a small doorway into the warm July night. The sky was full of stars, but the lack of moonlight restricted his vision and kept the shadows looming ever closer.
They stopped in the gardens, hidden in one of the many shadows. His arm was finally released, but as soon as thoughts started to form in his mind again, he was caught with arms around his neck, holding him close to his captor. As his eyes adjusted, Arilyn's porcelain face came into view, only this time with a real little smile.
"Welcome back, my love," whispered the girl into his ear, before sucking on its lobe.
"Arilyn," was all he replied, before she took his face in her hands and kissed him softly. He put his hands around her waist and held her close.
"You've missed me, yet you wish never to see me again. Such a strange boy. I know you crave it just as much as I do," she said, breaking off from their kiss.
"So give me what you know I so badly want." he demanded, claiming her lips in a rougher kiss than before. She pulled away from his kiss and smiled at him.
"And always so eager to get what he dreads," she remarked.
She bent her head back a bit, exposing her delicate neck and, raising her hand to it, created a small but deep gash with a small silver knife she had pulled from her boot. Dark red blood began to slide down her neck, and he quickly bent to lick it up. She smiled at the pleasure of his tongue dancing over her neck, and when she fel his lips on either side of the gash, sucking out her blood, she bent her head around and bit into his exposed neck. He had gotten what he wanted; now it was her turn. As soon as she felt blood on her tongue she started sucking, drawing out what she desperately craved after so long without it. Such a taste! Never could a mortal taste such a thing in another mortal's blood, although when a healthy mortal took it from one of her kind, they did taste something of that which a vampire tasted.
She was drawing in a lot more than he, for she needed this life-filled substance to pass among the living as if she were one of them. But she soon stopped taking from his neck and, in doing so, stopped him from the same.
"That is enough for you tonight, sweet Draco," At this, he started to back away, heading off to his dorm, but she continued, "Where do you think you are going? I said enough for you, but what about me? I'm not done with you yet." And with this she grabbed his lower arm, brought his wrist to her mouth and with a quick, painful stab of her teeth, she was drawing blood from him fast. Draco feebly tried to pull his arm away, but he knew it was no use. You could not move a vampire against its will; it would be like trying to reposition a granite statue. So all he could do was stand there stupidly, and wait for her to finish.
As soon as the dizziness set in, she released him and backed away from him, clearly in ecstasy at finally being filled with life. He could see her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her skin looked more like that of a mortal. She looked alive, no more the porcelain doll but the young woman. She looked over at him, a malicious smile spreading over her face.
I hate you, he thought, for using me like this.
"Of course you do," she replied, having read his thoughts. "But you will come back to me, you can't help it."
He walked off, trying to not stumble, the loss of blood still affecting his balance.
"Sweet dreams, my Draco." She said to his retreating form.
He walked back up to his dorm room, making no noises to alert anyone of his arrival. He got into bed without bothering with his clothes, drew the curtains shut, pulled the covers over his head. How could she have such a power over him? He was a Malfoy, and Malfoy's did not succumb. And when he thought about her, and that night, he did another thing Malfoy's don't do: he cried.
I couldn't help it; I had to portray Draco as the victim for once. I hope all you Draco haters feel a soft spot for him now. I don't know where it came from, but it's just how the chapter is. Hope you liked it. Now please, think of me, sitting here freezing my ass off and review. Reviews warm my frostbitten little toes. Don't ask why, 'cos I don't know. They just do. (
She stood up and, ignoring her bags, walked over to a small bookshelf. On it were a few books, and even better, ones that she hadn't yet read. They would be good when the nights got long.
But she could not think of books just yet, as she had somewhere to be, and someone to meet. And so she set out into the halls of Hogwarts, making her way up into the darker shadows of the passage near the Great Hall.
She chose a shadow where a person dressed as she could easily go unnoticed, and prepared to wait for the children to spill out of the Hall from their dinners and be off into their warm beds. Fortunately for her, she did not have to wait long.
Soon enough the doors opened, she out came the students, tired and in need of their nights rest. She watched the older children passing by, laughing and talking amongst themselves, the scared looking first years not knowing where to go just yet, and among the many unfamiliar and unimportant faces she saw the one she was looking for: Draco Malfoy.
He was with his two friends, Crabbe and Goyle, laughing at a sour looking Harry Potter, who was walking ahead of Draco with his own two tag-alongs. But as soon as Draco saw Arilyn's face in the darkness, he stoped in his tracks.
"Draco?" asked Crabbe, wondering why Malfoy had stopped laughing with them.
"Go on ahead. I'll be in later." replied Draco hurriedly.
Draco walked over into the shadow that he had last seen Arilyn's pale face looking out at him, and felt a cold hand clutch his arm almost instantly.
He was led down an empty hallway and out through a small doorway into the warm July night. The sky was full of stars, but the lack of moonlight restricted his vision and kept the shadows looming ever closer.
They stopped in the gardens, hidden in one of the many shadows. His arm was finally released, but as soon as thoughts started to form in his mind again, he was caught with arms around his neck, holding him close to his captor. As his eyes adjusted, Arilyn's porcelain face came into view, only this time with a real little smile.
"Welcome back, my love," whispered the girl into his ear, before sucking on its lobe.
"Arilyn," was all he replied, before she took his face in her hands and kissed him softly. He put his hands around her waist and held her close.
"You've missed me, yet you wish never to see me again. Such a strange boy. I know you crave it just as much as I do," she said, breaking off from their kiss.
"So give me what you know I so badly want." he demanded, claiming her lips in a rougher kiss than before. She pulled away from his kiss and smiled at him.
"And always so eager to get what he dreads," she remarked.
She bent her head back a bit, exposing her delicate neck and, raising her hand to it, created a small but deep gash with a small silver knife she had pulled from her boot. Dark red blood began to slide down her neck, and he quickly bent to lick it up. She smiled at the pleasure of his tongue dancing over her neck, and when she fel his lips on either side of the gash, sucking out her blood, she bent her head around and bit into his exposed neck. He had gotten what he wanted; now it was her turn. As soon as she felt blood on her tongue she started sucking, drawing out what she desperately craved after so long without it. Such a taste! Never could a mortal taste such a thing in another mortal's blood, although when a healthy mortal took it from one of her kind, they did taste something of that which a vampire tasted.
She was drawing in a lot more than he, for she needed this life-filled substance to pass among the living as if she were one of them. But she soon stopped taking from his neck and, in doing so, stopped him from the same.
"That is enough for you tonight, sweet Draco," At this, he started to back away, heading off to his dorm, but she continued, "Where do you think you are going? I said enough for you, but what about me? I'm not done with you yet." And with this she grabbed his lower arm, brought his wrist to her mouth and with a quick, painful stab of her teeth, she was drawing blood from him fast. Draco feebly tried to pull his arm away, but he knew it was no use. You could not move a vampire against its will; it would be like trying to reposition a granite statue. So all he could do was stand there stupidly, and wait for her to finish.
As soon as the dizziness set in, she released him and backed away from him, clearly in ecstasy at finally being filled with life. He could see her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her skin looked more like that of a mortal. She looked alive, no more the porcelain doll but the young woman. She looked over at him, a malicious smile spreading over her face.
I hate you, he thought, for using me like this.
"Of course you do," she replied, having read his thoughts. "But you will come back to me, you can't help it."
He walked off, trying to not stumble, the loss of blood still affecting his balance.
"Sweet dreams, my Draco." She said to his retreating form.
He walked back up to his dorm room, making no noises to alert anyone of his arrival. He got into bed without bothering with his clothes, drew the curtains shut, pulled the covers over his head. How could she have such a power over him? He was a Malfoy, and Malfoy's did not succumb. And when he thought about her, and that night, he did another thing Malfoy's don't do: he cried.
I couldn't help it; I had to portray Draco as the victim for once. I hope all you Draco haters feel a soft spot for him now. I don't know where it came from, but it's just how the chapter is. Hope you liked it. Now please, think of me, sitting here freezing my ass off and review. Reviews warm my frostbitten little toes. Don't ask why, 'cos I don't know. They just do. (