Katie couldn't help humming to herself as she strolled down the corridors.
All seemed close to being right with the world. Classes were out for the
day, she had little homework, and she had overheard Bletchley being told
off by McGonagall after he'd come running to her, complaining that Katie
had cheated in the match the day before. She had decided to randomly patrol
the corridors, for no reason more significant than she had nothing better
to do.
She rounded the corner, taking but the smallest of moments to laugh at a few first years, still stumbling hopelessly through the corridors, trying to find their way to the great hall amidst the masses of changing staircases, trick doors, and Peeves. There was almost a spring in her step as she watched the first years following her, doing their best to look inconspicuous. Feeling just a might evil, she twisted and turned around the school, leading them back to the spot they were previously, before telling them off for following her around.
She walked away, feeling only the slightest tinge of guilt at the baffled looks on their faces, but still elated nonetheless.
"Hey, Bell!" she heard a screeching voice, calling her name. Her heart dropped through her stomach as she pivoted to face the owner of the voice.
"Can I help you, Parkinson?" she asked, annoyed.
Pansy's lower lip was trembling with fury. "Y-You stay away from my Draco!" she spat, balling her hands into little fists.
Katie raised her eyebrows bemusedly, "Your Draco? I'm sorry, did I miss the 'Pansy's Property' sticker you placed on his arse when I was feverishly groping it?" she asked innocently.
Pansy's eyes narrowed, and her fists began to shake. "Stay away from him, Bell!" she repeated, her voice considerably losing the power that it held before.
Katie chuckled and shook her head. "Whatever you say Parkinson," and she turned and walked away.
She continued her strolling of the corridors, noticing, for perhaps the first time since she began attending Hogwarts, the paintings on the walls. She found herself in a hallway, filled with empty classrooms and throngs of the portraits. An elderly woman with grizzled flyaway hair eyed her suspiciously, and on the other side of the hall, a hunched over old wizard that appeared to be missing several of his fingers. The wizard glared at her, holding up a two-fingered hand and waving in menacingly. Her eyes widened as she began to back away from the portrait. She was nearly against the wall on the other side of the corridor when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped, her eyes wider than before.
"Listen, Parkinson, I told you that I'm thr-" she stopped suddenly when she realized that it wasn't Pansy standing behind her.
"What was that, Bell?" Draco asked interestedly.
"N-Nothing," she stuttered lamely. "I just had a bit of a run in with Parkinson. That's all."
He sighed, looking frustrated. "Just leave her be, Bell. She's no more than a stalker, and not a very good one at that."
Katie grinned, in spite of herself. "Oh, I wouldn't say that," she said, "She seems to have all of the bases covered. She's possessive, clingy, needy, and I'll bet that she knows more about you than you do. Am I right?"
He smirked, "You could say that."
He was looking at her again. Katie resisted the urge to squirm as his eyes freely traveled over her. She hated the way he looked at, no, through her. It was as though he was looking to catch a glimpse of something that she couldn't see.
Later, she would ask herself why she gave in. She would blame it on the power of his stare, or her desperation for someone's touch. But, at that moment, her mind was nowhere but the feeling she had when his lips were pressed against hers. Her lips had been claimed by the one that she had chosen to despise. She'd given herself to him in an instant, thoughts of how or why pushed to the back of her mind, only to come bubbling up again a moment later.
Katie broke away from him, taking a step back. She realized that, in her haze, he had pinned her against the cold, stone wall. She blinked once or twice, trying desperately to clear her head of the fog that had consumed her conscious being.
"What. . . how. . .I. . ." she stammered.
"Admit it Bell, that's what you've wanted for months. I've seen the way you stare," he replied coolly.
Katie found herself toying with the collar of his shirt. "All right, I admit it. But what about you, Draco?" she purred seductively, "What is it that you want?"
He didn't answer right away, but move his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. She was so near him that she could smell his cologne. She breathed in his scent before initiating a kiss of her own. She met his parted lips, feeling almost instantly his tongue delving into her mouth, exploring every inch of it expertly.
Katie wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still to her. They parted, and he lowered his read to rest in the crook of her neck, seemingly content to kiss it as his hands freely moved elsewhere. Draco's warm breath against her neck sent shivers up Katie's spine. She teasingly moved one of her hands down his back, slipping it under his shirt. Softly, she ran her fingers up his spine, his muscles taut. She was almost shocked by his muscular physique. How could she have thought him to be nothing more than a scrawny rat? Nevertheless, Katie felt his breath quickening as her touch became softer.
Her free hand played along the waist of his trousers, and she heard him moan something inaudibly into her neck. She cocked her head to one side, her hands moving to his front, working at his tie.
"Katie. . ." he moaned again, lifting his head off of her shoulder. He claimed her lips for his once more, but she could feel the difference in his kiss. What was exploratory had transformed into forceful, passionate, and confident.
Once again, she pulled away from him, studying his face. What had been unreadable before was now completely transparent. His breath was heavy and uneven, his immovable hair had been mussed, and his heart was thundering against Katie's chest. She grinned at him, and he grinned back, and began walking her toward one of the empty classroom doors.
"Well, good night!" she said cheerfully, slipping away from him as soon as he'd moved.
"Excuse me?" he asked, dumbstruck.
"I admitted that I wanted you, just like you asked. I asked you what you wanted, practically screaming for you to order me about. But, you didn't, and my work here is done. Pleasant dreams, Draco"
She turned and walked away from him, tossing a glance behind her as she rounded the corner. He was still standing there, gaping. She smirked to herself, ignoring the feeling in the pit of her stomach, and the lingering taste of her kiss. She had control, and that was enough for her.
She rounded the corner, taking but the smallest of moments to laugh at a few first years, still stumbling hopelessly through the corridors, trying to find their way to the great hall amidst the masses of changing staircases, trick doors, and Peeves. There was almost a spring in her step as she watched the first years following her, doing their best to look inconspicuous. Feeling just a might evil, she twisted and turned around the school, leading them back to the spot they were previously, before telling them off for following her around.
She walked away, feeling only the slightest tinge of guilt at the baffled looks on their faces, but still elated nonetheless.
"Hey, Bell!" she heard a screeching voice, calling her name. Her heart dropped through her stomach as she pivoted to face the owner of the voice.
"Can I help you, Parkinson?" she asked, annoyed.
Pansy's lower lip was trembling with fury. "Y-You stay away from my Draco!" she spat, balling her hands into little fists.
Katie raised her eyebrows bemusedly, "Your Draco? I'm sorry, did I miss the 'Pansy's Property' sticker you placed on his arse when I was feverishly groping it?" she asked innocently.
Pansy's eyes narrowed, and her fists began to shake. "Stay away from him, Bell!" she repeated, her voice considerably losing the power that it held before.
Katie chuckled and shook her head. "Whatever you say Parkinson," and she turned and walked away.
She continued her strolling of the corridors, noticing, for perhaps the first time since she began attending Hogwarts, the paintings on the walls. She found herself in a hallway, filled with empty classrooms and throngs of the portraits. An elderly woman with grizzled flyaway hair eyed her suspiciously, and on the other side of the hall, a hunched over old wizard that appeared to be missing several of his fingers. The wizard glared at her, holding up a two-fingered hand and waving in menacingly. Her eyes widened as she began to back away from the portrait. She was nearly against the wall on the other side of the corridor when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped, her eyes wider than before.
"Listen, Parkinson, I told you that I'm thr-" she stopped suddenly when she realized that it wasn't Pansy standing behind her.
"What was that, Bell?" Draco asked interestedly.
"N-Nothing," she stuttered lamely. "I just had a bit of a run in with Parkinson. That's all."
He sighed, looking frustrated. "Just leave her be, Bell. She's no more than a stalker, and not a very good one at that."
Katie grinned, in spite of herself. "Oh, I wouldn't say that," she said, "She seems to have all of the bases covered. She's possessive, clingy, needy, and I'll bet that she knows more about you than you do. Am I right?"
He smirked, "You could say that."
He was looking at her again. Katie resisted the urge to squirm as his eyes freely traveled over her. She hated the way he looked at, no, through her. It was as though he was looking to catch a glimpse of something that she couldn't see.
Later, she would ask herself why she gave in. She would blame it on the power of his stare, or her desperation for someone's touch. But, at that moment, her mind was nowhere but the feeling she had when his lips were pressed against hers. Her lips had been claimed by the one that she had chosen to despise. She'd given herself to him in an instant, thoughts of how or why pushed to the back of her mind, only to come bubbling up again a moment later.
Katie broke away from him, taking a step back. She realized that, in her haze, he had pinned her against the cold, stone wall. She blinked once or twice, trying desperately to clear her head of the fog that had consumed her conscious being.
"What. . . how. . .I. . ." she stammered.
"Admit it Bell, that's what you've wanted for months. I've seen the way you stare," he replied coolly.
Katie found herself toying with the collar of his shirt. "All right, I admit it. But what about you, Draco?" she purred seductively, "What is it that you want?"
He didn't answer right away, but move his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. She was so near him that she could smell his cologne. She breathed in his scent before initiating a kiss of her own. She met his parted lips, feeling almost instantly his tongue delving into her mouth, exploring every inch of it expertly.
Katie wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still to her. They parted, and he lowered his read to rest in the crook of her neck, seemingly content to kiss it as his hands freely moved elsewhere. Draco's warm breath against her neck sent shivers up Katie's spine. She teasingly moved one of her hands down his back, slipping it under his shirt. Softly, she ran her fingers up his spine, his muscles taut. She was almost shocked by his muscular physique. How could she have thought him to be nothing more than a scrawny rat? Nevertheless, Katie felt his breath quickening as her touch became softer.
Her free hand played along the waist of his trousers, and she heard him moan something inaudibly into her neck. She cocked her head to one side, her hands moving to his front, working at his tie.
"Katie. . ." he moaned again, lifting his head off of her shoulder. He claimed her lips for his once more, but she could feel the difference in his kiss. What was exploratory had transformed into forceful, passionate, and confident.
Once again, she pulled away from him, studying his face. What had been unreadable before was now completely transparent. His breath was heavy and uneven, his immovable hair had been mussed, and his heart was thundering against Katie's chest. She grinned at him, and he grinned back, and began walking her toward one of the empty classroom doors.
"Well, good night!" she said cheerfully, slipping away from him as soon as he'd moved.
"Excuse me?" he asked, dumbstruck.
"I admitted that I wanted you, just like you asked. I asked you what you wanted, practically screaming for you to order me about. But, you didn't, and my work here is done. Pleasant dreams, Draco"
She turned and walked away from him, tossing a glance behind her as she rounded the corner. He was still standing there, gaping. She smirked to herself, ignoring the feeling in the pit of her stomach, and the lingering taste of her kiss. She had control, and that was enough for her.