Grace of the Devil
Part Nineteen:
When Grace told Micheal what her father had said during their conversation about careers, he got very upset. "He can't keep running your life for you!" Micheal cried in rage. He knew, better then any one of Grace's friends, how protective Lucius was.
"He's not trying to control me," Grace said quickly, though she wasn't sure if that was true. "He's just...concerned for me. And he's right," she added hastily. "Being an Auror WOULD be dangerous."
"Yeah, whatever," Micheal said, and he said no more about it. Grace knew that he was disapointed: he wanted to be an Auror, too, and they'd been talking about being Aurors together. He can just deal with it, Grace thought coldly. I'm going to be a Healer. It's my life, not his.
And not Daddy's, either, said a voice in the back of her mind. But she ignored it.
Micheal seemed to forget about the whole Auror thing, as the days went by. They were both busy in all their classes, since persuing careers as Aurors and Healers took a lot of time and a lot of classes. But they always made time for each other, and were one of the best-known couples in the school. They shared a lot of classes, and did cute little couple things, like hold hands in the hall and kiss each other goodbye before going their seperate ways. Grace had never been happier in her life.
Over Christmas holiday, Grace was sad that she and Micheal couldn't spend their first year anniversary together, since it was on Christmas. He sent her a nice necklace, which she had to keep hidden from Lucius in the bottom of her trunk. She wore it on the train back to school, and Micheal even wore the sweater she'd tried to knit him...the key word being "tried", for she could tell that he sleeves were a bit tight. "No, I love it," Micheal insisted, kissing her. He's too sweet to me, Grace told herself.
Yes, life was good.
One evening in the spring, Grace was studying in the common room when one of her guy friends, Ryan McKillen, came up to her. "Hey, Micheal's looking for you."
Grace sighed and slammed her book shut. "What does he want?" she questioned impatienly. She had an important test in Tranfiguration tomorrow, and she couldn't mess up.
"He says to meet him at the library," Ryan said with a shrug. Grace sighed and stood up, leaving her books and things in their place.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, then, after I see what he's on about." With that, Grace left the common room and went to the library.
Micheal was waiting in their usual place in the back. He hadn't called her for chess, for there was no board set up. He sat at their table, and smiled when she approached. "I was sure that you wouldn't meet me," he said sheepishly.
Grace sat down with an impatient grunt. "What is this about, Micheal? I have a test tomorrow."
"You're so uptight," Micheal said lovingly. "I want us to do something, just to loosen you up?"
Grace was thinking, okay, he DOES want to play chess or something. "Fine. what?"
"Let's...go skinny dipping!"
Grace raised an eyebrow at him. "What in the name of Merlin are you talking about? What is "skinny dipping"?"
Micheal leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Going swimming naked."
Grace gasped and sat back in her chair. "Micheal William Weasley! What on earth are you THINKING?"
"Come on, Grace, it's fun!" Micheal exclaimed. "My cousins and I did it over the summer, and...I've been dying to try it out with you. And it's the only night warm enough to do it."
"You mean, in the LAKE?"
"Well, we're not going to in the prefect bathroom!" Micheal exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "Someone could walk in on us." They were both prefects, though sometimes Grace wondered how they could've made Micheal one. Swimming naked...honestly! But, the idea intrigued her.
"Come on, Grace," Micheal said. "Let's do it. It'll be fun."
"I don't know..."
"What's the matter? Afraid of what DADDY would say?"
Grace scowled at him. "That's a cheap shot. Don't bring him into this. I just don't know..." But Micheal had known that the "cheap shot" would be the thing to make her go along with it.
They left the library and snuck through the halls, and out the front doors. Down the dark, hilly lawns, down to the lake. As Micheal striped out of his school robes eagerly, Grace looked out at the lake. "What about the giant squid?"
"He won't bother us," Micheal said simply, and he stood before her, in all his naked glory. Grace couldn't resist staring at him, his pale skin glistening in the moonlight. Finally, she took off her own robes, much slower then Micheal had taken off his. She rushed into the water, not wanting Micheal to gawk at her, and dove in when she reached a deep enough part.
Micheal swam after her, catching her a few yards out and kissed her. "Your skin looks like copper," he whispered, pulling a hand through her wet hair. Grace leaned in and kissed him again, before swimming away and sending him after her again.
Grace wasn't sure how long they were out there. Perhaps only fifteen minutes? They weren't being very discreet as they splashed around and laughed, but they went silent when they saw the spot of light on the water.
"Micheal, look!" Grace pointed. Someone was pointing their luminated wand at the water. "Go!" she whispered loudly. They swam to the shore, close to the woods, and climbed out as quickly as they could, trying not to draw attention to themselves as they rushed into the woods. Hiding in the trees, Grace could see who was looking for them in the moonlight: Professor Snape. "Basturd," she muttered.
"Shit!" Micheal cried. "He found our robes!" They watched as Snape picked up their school robes, examining them.
"Our prefect badges!" Grace cried. "Our wands! Oh, we are so fucked!" What will Daddy say? she wondered.
"Come on." Micheal took her hand, and led her along the edge of the woods. They were in deep enough to be hidden, but not deep enough to be in danger. Finally, Grace saw where they were headed: Hagrid'd hut at the edge of the wood. Micheal led her to the back door.
"We can't go in! What if he's in there?"
Micheal grinned. "He's not, trust me. He's probably in Hogsmeade, getting smashed. And if I know Hagrid, then I know that he won't be home tonight...and if he IS, he'll be far too drunk to notice us here." And, he opened the back door.
Grace jumped back as Hagrid's huge boarhound, Fang Jr., nearly jumped on her. "Whoa, down, boy," Micheal said, pushing the dog inside before pulling Grace in after him. A fire was lit in the small fireplace, lighting up the whole of the small hut. The dog calmed down and settled back in his bed in the corner, and Micheal took Grace's hand again. "You're shivering. Come sit by the fire."
Grace hadn't even realized she was cold as Micheal led her to the cheap rug before the fire. She sat down, but Micheal remained standing. "I'll make us some tea." Grace watched as Micheal invaded Hagrid's cupboards, and put a kettle on the small stove. He came and joined Grace as the water boiled. "I found some tea bags in the shelf above the stove."
"Lovely," Grace said, beginning to feel comfortable in the tiny, untidy hut. She wasn't used to such a place, having spent her whole life in the lap of priveledge and luxery. This felt like such an exciting adventure, and Micheal was the only person she wanted to spend this evening with. She leaned in and kissed him, and was disapointed when Micheal pulled away as the kettle whistled. Damn tea.
He prepared the tea bags and brought her a huge, chipped mug, so different from the delicate glass cups at home. They said cheers and sipped their tea, staring silently into the fire. Suddenly, Micheal looked at her and grinned.
"So, I bet you never imagined yourself here before, have you?"
Grace rolled her eyes. "Micheal, I've been in here before. We visit Hagrid all the time!"
"But not like THIS," Micheal said. "I mean, look at us! It's nighttime, we're completly naked, and probably in big trouble. And we're drinking tea!"
"I forgot that we were in trouble," Grace said with a giggle.
"They'll probably write our parents," Micheal said carelessly. "What will dear Daddy Malfoy say when he finds out?"
"Micheal," Grace snapped, good humor lost.
"No, but seriously," Micheal said, still smiling but sounding serious, "what WOULD he say? Would it bother him to see his little girl LIVING for once?"
"How dare-"
"You let him control you," Micheal said softly, his smile gone. "Grace, he practically controls everything you do."
"That's not true!"
"Or you have to lie to him," Micheal continued. "I mean, honestly, have you told him about us?"
"Well...no..."
"Your father would HATE the thought of you dating a Weasley," Micheal said bitterly. "Grace, why do you let him do this to you?"
Grace sighed and sipped her tea. "Micheal, you wouldn't understood."
"Tell me. Please?"
She sighed again. "Look, you have a huge family. Grandparents, tons of aunts and uncles, tons of cousins, parents, your sister and brother. But me...I only have him. My father. I don't have a mother or brother, or any other relatives. Just him." Grace looked away. "He doesn't HAVE to have me. He's not really my father, remember? I can't let him down. He doesn't have to love me, but he does. And he's all I have."
Micheal took her chin in his fingers and lifted her face to his. "Grace," he whispered, "he's not all you have. YOu have me. And...I love you."
Grace felt like the air had been sucked out of her, just like the first time they'd kissed. Although they'd been seeing each other for a year and a half, "I love you's" had not been exchanged. Oh, Grace had known since the beginning that she loved him, but had been too afraid to say it.
But now...
"I love you, too," she whispered, and dropped her teacup on the rug when Micheal leaned in and kissed her. His lips traveled to her neck, and her shoulders. Grace ran her hands through his pale red hair, moaning, "Yes, yes, yes."
Eventually, they found themselves in Hagrid's huge bed. And Grace had never, ever felt so alive before when Micheal was inside her, making love to her.
When it was over, they lay together. Grace faced away from him, staring at the fire, and Micheal had his arm around her. Her mind was blank and she was happy. She turned around to kiss Micheal...and found him asleep. She smiled at him, snuggling closer.
I have him, she thought happily, closing her eyes and burying her head in his smooth chest. Daddy isn't everything anymore. I have Micheal now.
Part Nineteen:
When Grace told Micheal what her father had said during their conversation about careers, he got very upset. "He can't keep running your life for you!" Micheal cried in rage. He knew, better then any one of Grace's friends, how protective Lucius was.
"He's not trying to control me," Grace said quickly, though she wasn't sure if that was true. "He's just...concerned for me. And he's right," she added hastily. "Being an Auror WOULD be dangerous."
"Yeah, whatever," Micheal said, and he said no more about it. Grace knew that he was disapointed: he wanted to be an Auror, too, and they'd been talking about being Aurors together. He can just deal with it, Grace thought coldly. I'm going to be a Healer. It's my life, not his.
And not Daddy's, either, said a voice in the back of her mind. But she ignored it.
Micheal seemed to forget about the whole Auror thing, as the days went by. They were both busy in all their classes, since persuing careers as Aurors and Healers took a lot of time and a lot of classes. But they always made time for each other, and were one of the best-known couples in the school. They shared a lot of classes, and did cute little couple things, like hold hands in the hall and kiss each other goodbye before going their seperate ways. Grace had never been happier in her life.
Over Christmas holiday, Grace was sad that she and Micheal couldn't spend their first year anniversary together, since it was on Christmas. He sent her a nice necklace, which she had to keep hidden from Lucius in the bottom of her trunk. She wore it on the train back to school, and Micheal even wore the sweater she'd tried to knit him...the key word being "tried", for she could tell that he sleeves were a bit tight. "No, I love it," Micheal insisted, kissing her. He's too sweet to me, Grace told herself.
Yes, life was good.
One evening in the spring, Grace was studying in the common room when one of her guy friends, Ryan McKillen, came up to her. "Hey, Micheal's looking for you."
Grace sighed and slammed her book shut. "What does he want?" she questioned impatienly. She had an important test in Tranfiguration tomorrow, and she couldn't mess up.
"He says to meet him at the library," Ryan said with a shrug. Grace sighed and stood up, leaving her books and things in their place.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, then, after I see what he's on about." With that, Grace left the common room and went to the library.
Micheal was waiting in their usual place in the back. He hadn't called her for chess, for there was no board set up. He sat at their table, and smiled when she approached. "I was sure that you wouldn't meet me," he said sheepishly.
Grace sat down with an impatient grunt. "What is this about, Micheal? I have a test tomorrow."
"You're so uptight," Micheal said lovingly. "I want us to do something, just to loosen you up?"
Grace was thinking, okay, he DOES want to play chess or something. "Fine. what?"
"Let's...go skinny dipping!"
Grace raised an eyebrow at him. "What in the name of Merlin are you talking about? What is "skinny dipping"?"
Micheal leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Going swimming naked."
Grace gasped and sat back in her chair. "Micheal William Weasley! What on earth are you THINKING?"
"Come on, Grace, it's fun!" Micheal exclaimed. "My cousins and I did it over the summer, and...I've been dying to try it out with you. And it's the only night warm enough to do it."
"You mean, in the LAKE?"
"Well, we're not going to in the prefect bathroom!" Micheal exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "Someone could walk in on us." They were both prefects, though sometimes Grace wondered how they could've made Micheal one. Swimming naked...honestly! But, the idea intrigued her.
"Come on, Grace," Micheal said. "Let's do it. It'll be fun."
"I don't know..."
"What's the matter? Afraid of what DADDY would say?"
Grace scowled at him. "That's a cheap shot. Don't bring him into this. I just don't know..." But Micheal had known that the "cheap shot" would be the thing to make her go along with it.
They left the library and snuck through the halls, and out the front doors. Down the dark, hilly lawns, down to the lake. As Micheal striped out of his school robes eagerly, Grace looked out at the lake. "What about the giant squid?"
"He won't bother us," Micheal said simply, and he stood before her, in all his naked glory. Grace couldn't resist staring at him, his pale skin glistening in the moonlight. Finally, she took off her own robes, much slower then Micheal had taken off his. She rushed into the water, not wanting Micheal to gawk at her, and dove in when she reached a deep enough part.
Micheal swam after her, catching her a few yards out and kissed her. "Your skin looks like copper," he whispered, pulling a hand through her wet hair. Grace leaned in and kissed him again, before swimming away and sending him after her again.
Grace wasn't sure how long they were out there. Perhaps only fifteen minutes? They weren't being very discreet as they splashed around and laughed, but they went silent when they saw the spot of light on the water.
"Micheal, look!" Grace pointed. Someone was pointing their luminated wand at the water. "Go!" she whispered loudly. They swam to the shore, close to the woods, and climbed out as quickly as they could, trying not to draw attention to themselves as they rushed into the woods. Hiding in the trees, Grace could see who was looking for them in the moonlight: Professor Snape. "Basturd," she muttered.
"Shit!" Micheal cried. "He found our robes!" They watched as Snape picked up their school robes, examining them.
"Our prefect badges!" Grace cried. "Our wands! Oh, we are so fucked!" What will Daddy say? she wondered.
"Come on." Micheal took her hand, and led her along the edge of the woods. They were in deep enough to be hidden, but not deep enough to be in danger. Finally, Grace saw where they were headed: Hagrid'd hut at the edge of the wood. Micheal led her to the back door.
"We can't go in! What if he's in there?"
Micheal grinned. "He's not, trust me. He's probably in Hogsmeade, getting smashed. And if I know Hagrid, then I know that he won't be home tonight...and if he IS, he'll be far too drunk to notice us here." And, he opened the back door.
Grace jumped back as Hagrid's huge boarhound, Fang Jr., nearly jumped on her. "Whoa, down, boy," Micheal said, pushing the dog inside before pulling Grace in after him. A fire was lit in the small fireplace, lighting up the whole of the small hut. The dog calmed down and settled back in his bed in the corner, and Micheal took Grace's hand again. "You're shivering. Come sit by the fire."
Grace hadn't even realized she was cold as Micheal led her to the cheap rug before the fire. She sat down, but Micheal remained standing. "I'll make us some tea." Grace watched as Micheal invaded Hagrid's cupboards, and put a kettle on the small stove. He came and joined Grace as the water boiled. "I found some tea bags in the shelf above the stove."
"Lovely," Grace said, beginning to feel comfortable in the tiny, untidy hut. She wasn't used to such a place, having spent her whole life in the lap of priveledge and luxery. This felt like such an exciting adventure, and Micheal was the only person she wanted to spend this evening with. She leaned in and kissed him, and was disapointed when Micheal pulled away as the kettle whistled. Damn tea.
He prepared the tea bags and brought her a huge, chipped mug, so different from the delicate glass cups at home. They said cheers and sipped their tea, staring silently into the fire. Suddenly, Micheal looked at her and grinned.
"So, I bet you never imagined yourself here before, have you?"
Grace rolled her eyes. "Micheal, I've been in here before. We visit Hagrid all the time!"
"But not like THIS," Micheal said. "I mean, look at us! It's nighttime, we're completly naked, and probably in big trouble. And we're drinking tea!"
"I forgot that we were in trouble," Grace said with a giggle.
"They'll probably write our parents," Micheal said carelessly. "What will dear Daddy Malfoy say when he finds out?"
"Micheal," Grace snapped, good humor lost.
"No, but seriously," Micheal said, still smiling but sounding serious, "what WOULD he say? Would it bother him to see his little girl LIVING for once?"
"How dare-"
"You let him control you," Micheal said softly, his smile gone. "Grace, he practically controls everything you do."
"That's not true!"
"Or you have to lie to him," Micheal continued. "I mean, honestly, have you told him about us?"
"Well...no..."
"Your father would HATE the thought of you dating a Weasley," Micheal said bitterly. "Grace, why do you let him do this to you?"
Grace sighed and sipped her tea. "Micheal, you wouldn't understood."
"Tell me. Please?"
She sighed again. "Look, you have a huge family. Grandparents, tons of aunts and uncles, tons of cousins, parents, your sister and brother. But me...I only have him. My father. I don't have a mother or brother, or any other relatives. Just him." Grace looked away. "He doesn't HAVE to have me. He's not really my father, remember? I can't let him down. He doesn't have to love me, but he does. And he's all I have."
Micheal took her chin in his fingers and lifted her face to his. "Grace," he whispered, "he's not all you have. YOu have me. And...I love you."
Grace felt like the air had been sucked out of her, just like the first time they'd kissed. Although they'd been seeing each other for a year and a half, "I love you's" had not been exchanged. Oh, Grace had known since the beginning that she loved him, but had been too afraid to say it.
But now...
"I love you, too," she whispered, and dropped her teacup on the rug when Micheal leaned in and kissed her. His lips traveled to her neck, and her shoulders. Grace ran her hands through his pale red hair, moaning, "Yes, yes, yes."
Eventually, they found themselves in Hagrid's huge bed. And Grace had never, ever felt so alive before when Micheal was inside her, making love to her.
When it was over, they lay together. Grace faced away from him, staring at the fire, and Micheal had his arm around her. Her mind was blank and she was happy. She turned around to kiss Micheal...and found him asleep. She smiled at him, snuggling closer.
I have him, she thought happily, closing her eyes and burying her head in his smooth chest. Daddy isn't everything anymore. I have Micheal now.