Author: Silvestra
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance/Horror
Summary: When a bunch of students are locked inside the castle during a storm, curiosity and excitement take over fear and despair... (A/N: This idea has been boiling in my head for ages!)
Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to, I don't own Harry, Draco or any other character. They belong to Joanne Rowling, even though the "incredibly smart" plot twists and some characters belong to me.
WARNING!!! Contains spoilers from OotP, including THE DEATH!! So if you don't want to be spoiled, don't read this and send me e-mails saying "WHY DID YOU SPOIL MY OOTP EXPERIENCE YOU HORRIBLE PERSON!" So don't tell me you didn't know there would be spoilers. You've been warned.
A/N: Thank you so much for the positive, supporting reviews, they truly made my day. I'm so sorry about the long delay with updating, but I had a major Writer's Block and also school was keeping me busy. But now I'm back, worship me.
Still no storm... but instead of the storm, you will get a Storm. –grin-
WARNING – some sex coming up...
Chapter 5 – 20th Century Boy
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Harry looked at Hermione in amazement. Then he looked at Blaise, who was biting his bleeding lip and was looking at his toes.
"Hermione?" Harry said, his voice shaking. He clenched his fists again, looking at Hermione, waiting for an explanation.
"Harry – I – it's not what you think it is," she muttered.
"It bloody hell is," Harry spat. "You – how could you?" He saw tears in Hermione's eyes, as she lifted her gaze and looked at Harry.
"I – I need to go," Blaise said and turned around to leave.
"YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Harry shouted.
"...siete scopare pazzesco..." Harry heard Blaise mutter.
"Harry, let him go, he hasn't done anything, it's all my fault- -"
"Hermione, shut up. It takes two people before something is considered cheating," Harry said, gritting his teeth. "How could you?" he asked again, shaking his head.
"Harry, let me go! I'll go and tell Ron and apologise- -" Hermione started, her voice shaking. Harry stared at her, trying to think of something to say.
"Harry? Are you alright?" Harry looked around and saw his fellow Quidditch team-mates running towards him, Blaise and Hermione. Dinah's face was fiery red when she stopped next to Harry, looking at Blaise.
"Yeah," Harry said. "I am alright."
"I am so sorry," Dinah muttered. "It wasn't Blaise, it was that Harley-guy," she said, embarrassed. Dinah looked at Blaise, who was still fuming. "I am sorry, Zabini," she said again. Blaise looked at her furiously for a while and nodded then.
"Fine," he said. "I'll forgive you." Then he turned around and left, without saying another word.
They all were quiet for a while, looking at each other. Hermione was crying, Ron was hugging her tightly and whispering words of comfort. Dinah was still bright red.
"I am leaving," Harry muttered. "See you later."
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Draco Malfoy was sulking. He was sitting in his dormitory, looking at the letter he had received the same morning.
"Oh Father, how I hate you sometimes," he muttered to himself and read the letter once again.
"Dear Draco,
your Mother and I are coming to visit you next weekend. Your Mother has had the pleasure to get to know a beautiful, well-behaving girl – a Pure-blood one – whom she wants you to marry.
I hope you will rearrange your schedule in a way that you wouldn't have any other activities that weekend, since we want to spend the entire weekend with you.
Love, Father"
"...'whom she wants you to marry', my ass," Draco hissed, crumpled the letter and threw it away. "Why the hell do I have to marry someone I have never even met?" he muttered, got up from his bed and walked to the window. Next weekend, rearrange your schedule, he thought. Fuck! That means I have to cancel that date with Darcel, he thought, cursing. Darcel was a curvy sixth-year Slytherin who had dated most of other Slytherins, and, according to other Slytherin boys, she was a good shag.
Draco sighed. He hated meeting his parents, though he never admitted it to anyone. Meeting his mother was alright, but his father was a nightmare. "Draco do this, Draco do that, get me something to eat you worthless little shit" and so on. Disobey and get punished, that's how life in Malfoy Manor went on, day after day, week after week, year after year...
Ever since Draco's ancestor, Delirius Malfoy, who had lived some time on 15th century, had built the Manor, the Malfoys had been living there, generation after generation.
But Draco wasn't a 15th Century Malfoy. He was a 20th Century Malfoy. He wouldn't marry a girl his mother would point to him, he wouldn't stay in the Manor after graduation, he wouldn't obey his father anymore.
But no matter how often Draco said to himself "next time... next time I will get him", he always ended up getting beat up by his father or something of that sort.
"I swear," he whispered. "I swear, someday you will obey me instead." And before he left the dormitory to take a walk, he took a moving photograph of his father (Mr. Malfoy in the picture was smiling arrogantly) and threw it to the wall, making the glass on it break into thousands of pieces.
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"You know what to do, then?" Devilita whispered, looking at the Slytherin boy next to him. His light brown hair was a bit tousled but his deep, multicoloured eyes glimmering with excitement.
"Indeed I do," Michael replied, grinning widely. A smile spread on Devilita's face.
"Good, good..." she let out a vacant laugh. "Draco Malfoy should've known who he's fucking with..."
"I agree," Michael said, still grinning. "You are so evil, Dev," he said, laughing.
"Michael, are you a complete dipwit? I am a Slytherin." They both looked at each other for a while and then, grinning widely, headed towards Slytherin common room.
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At the same time Harry had found his way to the same room where he and Ginny had been talking previously. He sat there, his History of Magic essay half-ready next to him and his head aching. He wanted to be in peace after that whole Blaise-Hermione-incident and figured out that this could be the best place.
"Fuck," he said to himself and gritted his teeth. He rubbed his forehead and scar with his index and middle finger, his eyes closed.
He thought about Hermione and Ron. How they had been, according to Ginny, seeing each other for a while – and hadn't bothered to tell Harry? He thought about Hermione and Blaise. For how long had Hermione been cheating on Ron with him? With Blaise Zabini, a friend of Draco Malfoy's? With a SLYTHERIN??
Harry shook his head. Hermione must have lost it, he said to himself. She would NEVER do ANY kind of action with a Slytherin, and that's not even the SEXUAL thing...
Harry took a look at his watch. Shit, he swore. It was time for lunch and he was half an hour late. He quickly gathered up his things and left the room.
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"Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked when Ron came to the Hall and sat next to her. He shrugged and helped himself some potatoes.
"I dunno. After Harry had left, she just muttered an 'excuse me' and made for the girls' dormitory. However, when I saw Parvati and Lavender a while ago, they said that Hermione hasn't even dropped by to the dormitory," he said. Ginny frowned.
"Oh," she said. "That's – weird," she muttered and coughed.
"Indeed," Ron mumbled.
Ginny felt bad. She knew she should have told Ron that Hermione was cheating on him, lying to him. He was Ginny's brother. He had the right to know. Then again, Hermione was Ginny's best friend, and if she found out that Ginny had told Ron, she would probably never say a word to Ginny again. Ginny cleared her throat a bit.
"So how's it going with you and Hermione?" Ron's mouth fell open.
"How – how do you know – we – " Ron stuttered, his cheeks a bit red. Ginny shrugged.
"I kind of... guessed."
"Well – I think – pretty fine," Ron said quickly. Ginny fell into her own thoughts. I am not going to tell him, she thought. If he doesn't find out himself or if Hermione doesn't tell him, so be it. She shuddered a bit. How could her brother be so blind?
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Devilita Storm made her way towards boys' dormitory. Luckily Michael had given her the password, only thing she had to do was to find Draco.
And that wasn't too hard.
"...and my father did indeed say that after I graduate, I will get my own place but fuck him. I know he's lying- -"
"Well, hello, Draco," Devilita said, grinning widely and looking at the girls who were listening to Draco in some kind of ecstatic state of mind. His beef-cake lifeguards Crabbe and Goyle were sitting in front of the mantelpiece, listening to Draco, faces bearing an expression of some kind of worship-likeness. Draco heaved a huge sigh and got up from the uncomfortable sofa he was seductively laying on, his other leg a bit above the other and his other arm resting on the backside of the sofa.
"Well, if it isn't Devilita herself," he said, taking a step towards the blonde-haired girl. Draco stared into her eyes, but she didn't look away. Instead, she stared back tensely, waiting for him to say something.
"What is it?" Draco finally asked, turning his eyes away from her. Devilita let out a small laugh and put her hand on his arm.
"Draco, dear," she started, letting out an overdramatic sigh, "I wanted to come and apologise for my previous behaviour," she said, pretending to be sorry. "I enjoyed it really much," she whispered in his ear, making him shiver a bit.
"Oh – well – good," Draco said, a bit amazed. Suddenly he gasped; Devilita was pinching his arse tightly, but not too tightly.
"And..." Devilita whispered, tightening her grope and making Draco squeal a bit, "...I wouldn't mind a replay of it," she said, letting go of Draco's buttock. Draco's mouth fell a bit open. The girls in the room were staring at Devilita, half angry and half amused. They were sure that Draco wouldn't give in to a pathetic performance like that...
"Well..." Draco said, licking his lips, "I do not see what harm it could do." He wrapped his arm around Devilita's waist and pulled her close. "Follow me, Storm, and I'll give you the biggest thunderstorm you've ever seen," he grinned.
"Good," Devilita said. "I don't take 'no' for an answer..."
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"Where are we going?" Draco asked curiously, when Devilita blindfolded him with a black scarf.
"You shall see," she whispered, placing a kiss on the corner of Draco's mouth. Draco made a soft, funny sound and clenched his fists.
"So – may I ask – what made you change your mind then?" he asked, his voice shivering a bit as Devilita opened the top two buttons in his shirt.
"To be honest," she said, stretching every word, "I just thought about it and realised that no matter what, you were damn good." Draco grinned to himself. Nothing new there.
"Why thank you," he said, not really meaning it.
"Don't mention it," she replied. "And naturally, if you get something sweet, good or delicious, you have to have another bite..." Now Draco let out a laugh.
"Stop it, you're embarrassing me," he said, smirking. He felt a bit hot, but he kept his thoughts in somewhere else than Devilita.
"Alright, let's go then," Devilita said and took his hand.
Devilita led Draco to a room somewhere in the Dungeons. Draco couldn't see, he just heard, smelled and felt. Though the dungeons were usually cold, the room Devilita led him, was very warm – almost pressingly hot – and didn't smell of rats or dead animals, which was a slight surprise.
"Now I'll just tell you something about this room," Devilita said, grabbing his shirt and breathing on his cheek slightly, "the most important thing, and basically the only important thing you need to know is that in the middle of the room there is a huge bed." Draco laughed.
"Gets better," he grinned.
"You are not to take the blindfold off before I tell you to," she said sternly. "Do you understand?" Draco nodded. "Good."
"So what is going to happen now?" Draco asked curiously.
"Just shut up," Devilita snapped and caressed his neck a bit. "Follow me." Devilita led him onto the bed, making him feel comfortable.
"Wait here and don't move. I'll be right back and I shall bring a friend with me," she said with an evil voice. Draco almost choked. A threesome?
"Trust me, I won't go anywhere," he said, shivering with excitement. Devilita smiled widely to herself.
"Alright, Michael, let's go," she whispered to the boy who was waiting behind the corner. "Do you remember what I told you to do?" Michael nodded.
"And Creevey?" she turned her eyes towards the sixth-year Gryffindor, who was holding his camera. "Ready?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Good. Let's go."
Draco lay in the bed, unable to stay still. He wanted to have sex now, even if it would be Devilita... but she would also bring a friend, which would make it a lot more interesting... Draco had never had sex with two girls at the same time.
"Draco, honey?" he heard Devilita's voice.
"Yes," Draco squealed. "I am ready, come on," he begged. Devilita went to the bed, sat next to Draco and started kissing him on the lips.
"Do you like this?" she asked deeply when she slid a hand under Draco's shirt.
"Yeeees," Draco stuttered. Devilita looked at Michael, who had started to open Draco's belt. "Oh, Dev?"
"Yes, dear?" she asked, licking the corner of Draco's mouth.
"Who – who is your friend?"
"Oh, she's Michelle," Devilita said. "A seventh-year Ravenclaw, said to be good with her mouth..." Draco gasped a bit.
"Oh, well – that's – that's nice – ohh- -" Devilita fought against laughter, as Michael, who Draco thought was Michelle, took Draco's manhood in his mouth and started sucking slowly.
"You like that?" Devilita said with a husky voice, tearing his shirt open.
"Yee-ee-sss," Draco squealed. "God she's good..." he gasped. Devilita grinned to Colin Creevey, who had his camera ready. He threw it to Devilita, who took a few steps backwards.
"Now Michelle, why don't you give him a good Frenchie! His poor mouth is all left without any attention," Devilita said with a "worried" voice. She grinned deeply as Michael slid his tongue into Draco's mouth. Draco put his arms around Michael, who was still fully dressed. Then Michael removed the blindfold and just before Devilita pressed the button in Colin's camera, he kissed Draco again, deeply.
"What was that?" Draco muttered and opened his eyes. "AARRRGHH! GET OFF ME, YOU FAG!!" he screamed and pushed Michael off him. Devilita smiled sweetly at Draco, who got up from the bed and looked at her, his eyes wide.
"You fucking bitch – how COULD you," he hissed.
"Shut the hell up," Devilita snapped. "I don't have time to argue with you right now, I have a photograph to develop..." she turned around and followed Colin out of the room.
"NO!" Draco shouted. He knew what that photograph would do to his reputation. "No, wait, Devilita!" he begged, pulling on his boxers.
"There is nothing you can do," Devilita shouted. "I hate guys like you so I figured I'd teach you a lesson. Can't believe you were so thick that you really believed I'd sleep with you again..."
"Please, Devilita, I'll do anything..." Draco begged. Devilita grinned widely and looked quickly at Michael, who nodded.
"Well... There is something you can do..." Draco's mouth fell open. He took a glance at Devilita and then at Michael.
"No," he hissed, when he understood. "NO! You can't make me do it," he muttered. Devilita raised an eyebrow.
"Fine," she said. "Then I guess I have to go. Excuse me." Draco ran after her as she turned around again and exited the room.
"Devilita, wait," he shouted. "I – I'll do it."
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TBC...
There you go. I hope you liked this chapter. Ends pretty abruptly but I do want you to read more, so that's why the cliffhanger... Please review! -Silvestra