Disclaimer: Yet again, I own nothing.. Except Emily, my characters, the
plot, Mystic Arts, and that's all.
A/N: Extreme Writer's block. Sorry..
[Touch Me Not]
Yuletide is Fooltide Part I
"By casting 'Artificium mysticus' a bright blue spark will emit from your wand and your text book will appear. A simple spell that I had bound to the books for you all. It is also a nice example of the art. Any questions?" Snape raised a brow.
Millicent raised her hand. "Yes Miss Bullstrode?" She dropped her hand quietly and looked up at him. "Can you give a nice definition of the art, please? I am rather confused on the concept of it."
"Very closely related to Dark Arts, the Mystic Arts were very popular in the dark ages. Not many witches and wizards knew of this talent, so many assumed them to be Dark Arts. One witch, Lenora Kinsley, was executed for practicing the arts. She was one of the few to start the craft. Kinsley tried to earn some extra wool, by showing muggles her new talent. A ministry official caught her sending sparks into the air. He then sent her to Azkaban and was later hanged. Up until about fifty years ago, this art was banned. After a horrible incident it was banned yet again, and after speaking with the ministry, Dumbledore had gotten permission to teach it. I will now show an example of one of the three types."
He raised his wand and dipped it slightly into the boiling cauldron adjacent to him. "This is an example of an Elemental Charm. Aquilo aura!" He pointed his wand in the air and a fierce wind emitted from his wand. The wind made Emily's hair fly around her, and papers were brought up in a funnel above the students. As the wind dissipated, bright, teal sparks shot into the air. Emily's jaw dropped slightly, but she then remembered that Draco Malfoy was in the same room as her.
"Is that good enough for your viewing Miss Bullstrode?" Snape settled back onto his chair and turned toward the blackboard. "You are to make this potion in thirty minutes. Get a move on." Emily looked up at the board, brushing her hair out of her eyes. She quickly wrote down the ingredients and began chopping her vivica root.
As Emily was pouring her ginger serum into her cauldron she felt a hand on her hip. She stood still as she felt hot breathe on her ear. She shivered, then gasped as the hand travelled lower. "Is this how you like it with Potter?" Draco spit his name out like it was poison.
Emily spun around and slapped him. Hard. "There is nothing going on with Potter and I, and you very well know that. How dare you assume things about me. You don't even know me." Draco brought a hand up to his cheek as the stinging sensation coursed through his body. His jaw dropped slightly for a second, but he covered it with a smirk.
"One day you--" He was cut off as Snape came through the door. Emily turned back to her cauldron and stirred the contents. Snape sauntered over to inspect the student's cauldrons. He stopped at Emily's and gave her an odd look.
"You are already finished?" Emily nodded as her hair fell into her face. She pushed back the black strands and looked up at him.
"Well then, we will test this one first. Take your wand out." Emily hurriedly grabbed for her wand and gazed up at him, her emerald eyes full of anticipation.
"Now, dip your wand in the contents and say these words: depluit fulgur" Emily did as told, and raised her wand over her head.
Thunder rolled in the distance and dim flashes of light bounced off the walls. The thunder became more heavy as Emily stared around the classroom.
Rain came out of no where, only landing on Emily. It down poured and soon after bolts of lightning sprung from her wand, hitting the ceiling, causing rubble to fall into her cauldron.
"Wow." Millicent sat back and stared. Snape said a quick charm to dry Emily. She rolled her shoulders and sat back down.
"Excellent Miss O'Leary. Class is over now, due to the fact that only one student completed her assignment in time. Good night."
When Emily got back to her dorm, she found two owls on her bed. She reached for the brown tawny owl and untied the parchment from it. She unrolled it and began to read:
'Hey Emily, It's Mallory. I know we haven't exchanged words in a large amount of time, but I finally got word of you coming back. I did miss you, and I left because I assumed you would no longer be there. I cannot come back however. I will miss you dearly.
Guess what? I was talking to my cousin and she said that a select few from Beauxbatons are coming to Hogwarts. I may have a chance to see you soon!
'Til then, -Mallory.'
Emily attempted a weak smile, but tossed the letter in the fire. She gave the tawny a cookie and a green ribbon. The green ribbon Mallory gave her for her thirteenth birthday. The owl flew off, and Emily made her way over to the dark eagle owl. It looks like it belongs to a Malfoy.
'Emily, Hey, It's Jesse, hah remember? Well, I finally got around to writing to you. Wow, I didn't know you and my cousin had a relationship. I feel so. bad.
He was telling me all about you. But today when I got his owl, it was kind of upsetting. Turns out he really misses you, but he is too proud to tell you. He also told me you were 'slippin the tongue with goody goody Potter. That, I did not expect. Well, I'm off. I'll write back later, but don't tell Draco what I told you.
-Jesse'
Emily sighed and fell back on her bed. Sleep over came her, and soon came morning.
Christmas was soon rolling around the corner and the halls were festively decorated. Students would be leaving in less than a week. Emily looked up from her dinner plate to find a bright barn owl. She took the parchment from it and fed it a piece of bread. 'Please come to Professor Dumbledore's office.' She crumpled the letter in her hand and stood straight.
Harry and Ron were laughing together on their way to dinner. They were a little late, but going nonetheless. Harry dropped his Potions book and told Ron to go ahead without him.
Mistletoe was everywhere and to Harry it seemed like everyone else had someone to care for except him. Hermione and Ron finally hit it off, Lavender and Seamus, Pavarti and Dean, and believe it or not, Ginny and Blaise. This Christmas he was spending it here at Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione were going to Egypt with the other Weasleys. There was no way he was going to spend Christmas with the Dursleys.
Harry grabbed his Potions book and began his way to the Great Hall. He turned the corner and ended up falling right back down. He hit his head hard on the floor and grabbed to massage his neck. Emerald eyes met emerald eyes. Emily stood quickly and turned to run off. Harry jumped up and snatched her arm. She looked back at him with tears falling down her rosy cheeks and her raven black hair disarray. Harry's face softened as he pulled her to him. He ran his fingers through her hair.
"What happened?" He pulled away from her, holding her in his arms. She looked up at him as he brushed a tear from her cheek with his thumb.
"Miss O'Leary, I'm sorry." Dumbledore led her to the door as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.
"Are you sure he left with all of it?" Emily bit her lip in apprehension. He nodded solemnly and opened the door.
"I give up." She ran down the hall until rapidly slamming into a solid figure that caught her. It was Harry. "What happened?"
"Well, Mr. The-professor-we-all-love Lupin was fired, due to the Malfoy's complaining about his existence again, my belongings were dropped off at my manor which was later confiscated by Mr. Parkinson because, I am 'too young to own such vast property.' My bank account does not exist any longer because Mr. Parkinson claimed I am, 'not among everyone' anymore, although Dumbledore cleared it up. He has all my money and is no where to be found. What a great bloody Christmas."
She heaved a sigh and fell against the wall. Harry sat next to her and put a comforting arm around her.
"Well, I don't really know what to say to make it all better, but you are more than welcome to share Christmas with me. I'll be here too, just visit whenever you want. And don't worry about the Parkinsons. I--we'll get to the bottom of this."
She gave him a weak smile and turned away. "Thank you Harry." Her smile faltered a bit. "I must go. I'm sorry." She looked around and ran in the direction of the Slytherin dormitories.
Tom stood in front of her again. His dark hair glistening in the light with his green eyes glimmering with mirth.
"You've turned into a beautiful young lady, Emily." He took her hand in his and gently kissed it.
"You must give me the boy. He is infatuated with you." He caressed her cheek and smiled charmingly at her.
She woke up again, the same dream night after night. As though it was a calling. It was midnight of the night before Christmas Eve, and Tom Riddle, more handsome than ever. He vaguely looked like Harry Potter. Ah, yes. 'The boy' was obviously Harry.
Emily sat up and brushed her hair from her forehead. 'I've got to keep Harry away from me.' Millicent tossed a pillow at Emily and walked into the bathroom. Emily shook her head and fell back to sleep. seeing his face once more.
Harry pushed through the crowd gathered in front of the entrance to the Great Hall. He spotted Emily and threw her a grin, hoping she would smile back. She glanced over at him and pointed to an empty corridor. He followed her down the dark passage and stopped when she turned around.
"What's going on over there?" Harry put his books down and ran a hand through his hair.
"I think that Dumbledore is sleeping late. I haven't a clue." She held her books tighter to her chest and sighed. "Harry, I can't talk to you anymore. I'm sorry. Just trust me on this one. The more you are with me, the more danger you are in. and I don't want to hurt you. You are the only one besides Blaise who has stuck by me although I pushed you away. Just stay away. I may tell you one day, but it is too risky now. I am sorry."
She took a step up to him and looked up. "Hey, it's mistletoe." Her lip quirked up into a grin as he looked up, baffled.
"Well, looks like I have to ki--" Emily broke him off with her lips on his. He closed his eyes and put his hand on her cheek. She pulled away softly and gazed up at him.
"Goodbye Harry." She turned swiftly on her heel and ran off to her dormitory. Harry stood there with his jaw dropped.
Emily ran, and ran, until she ended up in front of the library. She spotted Draco about to exit the library. Emily bit her lip and looked up, searching for mistletoe. She smiled brightly as she noticed some just to the left. Draco came out of the library and walked toward her.
"Could you move." He gave her a smirk and raised his eyebrow. She just smirked back and pointed up.
"No." He looked up and gazed back at her. He started laughing until she pushed him directly under it.
"I'm sick of this game Draco." She pushed his books from his hands and wrapped them around his neck. She pressed her lips to his, only getting him to pull her closer and deepen the kiss. He pushed her up against the wall and caged her between his arms. He pulled back and ran a hand through her hair.
"I've been sick of it." He vaguely smiled at her, his best attempt, and caressed her cheek with his thumb. "You are still a bitch in my book, but a bitch that I love."
She grinned and enveloped him in a hug. "So, what are we now? Are we back together?" He stepped back and held her hands in his.
"I don't know. meet me in our dungeon after dinner." He grabbed his books and walked away with his robes billowing dramatically behind him.
"Blaise, why are you dating a Weasley? A Gryffindor at that!" Emily broke a piece of her roll off and tossed it in her mouth.
"Well, she is my cinnamon. She's got this wonderful red hair, it's like fire. And her eyes, wow, you can get lost in them. But, oh, she is so feisty! You wouldn't expect that from a Gryffindor. I swear, she is meant to be a Slytherin." He looked over at her and took a sip of pumpkin juice.
"Well, I thought she fancied Harry." She wiped her mouth with her napkin and turned to him.
"She did, but she said that he was too obsessed with you, that she gave up. Speaking of which, what is going on with you and Potter? I saw you two at the courtyard. Oh, and what is going on with you and Malfoy? I swear I saw you two lightly brush hands in the hall and exchange smiles. I am so boggled."
Emily just giggled and pulled a stand of black hair behind her ear. "Well, there is nothing between Harry and I, I did fancy him for a little while, but I've been having these dreams. Tom, err, Voldemort wants me to lure him into his lair. I cannot have that. So, I ended every connection between Potter and I this morning. Draco and I, well. I'm not sure. I'm going to find out just after dinner. Don't worry, I'll tell you all." She stood up and put her napkin on her plate. "And do tell Weasley I said hello." She smirked and walked off. Blaise chuckled and grabbed another dinner roll.
"Hey Malcolm! Pass me the mashed potatoes!"
Emily made her way down the dark passage as two arms enveloped her. She relaxed and sighed.
"Emily, we must talk." A hand covered her mouth as her eyebrows shot up. That was NOT Draco.
She ended up in a dimly lit chamber when the person revealed themselves. The emerald eyes, the dark hair. It had to be Harry.
"Harry." She knitted her brow and looked around as the lights diminished. "Is exactly what I need." The voice finished for her.
A candle to the left emitted a bright flash as Tom Marvolo Riddle revealed himself. "Emily, you are being initiated tomorrow night. As your task, I need you to get me the Potter boy. Can you do that?" He strode up to her and held her cheek in his hand. He kissed he lips lightly and turned.
"Where am I, and how are you in Hogwarts?" She stood up and walked across the room.
"We are not in Hogwarts. This, is Hogsmeade. It's a simple light rug- portkey. You can't even realize you are being taken somewhere else. Anyway, the Malfoy boy will tell you more later. You are free to go. I just needed to see you in person, dreams are not as realistic." He kissed her one last time and let her go.
"Draco. We need to talk." She ran through the dungeons and turned a corner. He came up to her and threw her against the wall.
"We don't need to talk right now. Do you have any idea how much energy I have held and need to release?" He kissed her feverishly and quickly undid her robes. He tossed them aside and started at her neck.
"Draco. calm down." She pushed him away and looked at him sternly. "Stop that. Slow down a little."
He let out an aggravated sigh and pulled at his hair. "I'm a teenage boy! Do you not expect this?" She laughed and sat against the wall. He grinned and sat next to her.
"Would you like to come home with me tomorrow? Father will pick us up. I know it is a little late, but I just got word of it." He grabbed her hand and kissed each finger.
"Sure. But, we must get to bed. I am very tired, and it is very late."
"Miss O'Leary, can I have a word?" Emily smiled as she turned to Snape. She walked over to him and looked up.
"I never got to ask you how that tea went. Pray tell, how was it?" He fidgeted a little and looked rather anxious.
"Estelle is a lovely lady. She really is. Mighty brill if you ask me. I like her a lot." She played with a lock of her hair.
"Good, good. Okay, well I believe young master Malfoy is waiting. Happy Christmas." He smiled as much as he could without blowing his cover.
She ran to him and hugged him. "Happy Christmas Sevvie." She waved to him and ran off to the carriage on her way to Malfoy Manor.
Well, I had EXTREME writer's block. Sorry. Oh, and this is part one of the Christmas Chapter. Part two will be out later. Review!!!! -SJ
A/N: Extreme Writer's block. Sorry..
[Touch Me Not]
Yuletide is Fooltide Part I
"By casting 'Artificium mysticus' a bright blue spark will emit from your wand and your text book will appear. A simple spell that I had bound to the books for you all. It is also a nice example of the art. Any questions?" Snape raised a brow.
Millicent raised her hand. "Yes Miss Bullstrode?" She dropped her hand quietly and looked up at him. "Can you give a nice definition of the art, please? I am rather confused on the concept of it."
"Very closely related to Dark Arts, the Mystic Arts were very popular in the dark ages. Not many witches and wizards knew of this talent, so many assumed them to be Dark Arts. One witch, Lenora Kinsley, was executed for practicing the arts. She was one of the few to start the craft. Kinsley tried to earn some extra wool, by showing muggles her new talent. A ministry official caught her sending sparks into the air. He then sent her to Azkaban and was later hanged. Up until about fifty years ago, this art was banned. After a horrible incident it was banned yet again, and after speaking with the ministry, Dumbledore had gotten permission to teach it. I will now show an example of one of the three types."
He raised his wand and dipped it slightly into the boiling cauldron adjacent to him. "This is an example of an Elemental Charm. Aquilo aura!" He pointed his wand in the air and a fierce wind emitted from his wand. The wind made Emily's hair fly around her, and papers were brought up in a funnel above the students. As the wind dissipated, bright, teal sparks shot into the air. Emily's jaw dropped slightly, but she then remembered that Draco Malfoy was in the same room as her.
"Is that good enough for your viewing Miss Bullstrode?" Snape settled back onto his chair and turned toward the blackboard. "You are to make this potion in thirty minutes. Get a move on." Emily looked up at the board, brushing her hair out of her eyes. She quickly wrote down the ingredients and began chopping her vivica root.
As Emily was pouring her ginger serum into her cauldron she felt a hand on her hip. She stood still as she felt hot breathe on her ear. She shivered, then gasped as the hand travelled lower. "Is this how you like it with Potter?" Draco spit his name out like it was poison.
Emily spun around and slapped him. Hard. "There is nothing going on with Potter and I, and you very well know that. How dare you assume things about me. You don't even know me." Draco brought a hand up to his cheek as the stinging sensation coursed through his body. His jaw dropped slightly for a second, but he covered it with a smirk.
"One day you--" He was cut off as Snape came through the door. Emily turned back to her cauldron and stirred the contents. Snape sauntered over to inspect the student's cauldrons. He stopped at Emily's and gave her an odd look.
"You are already finished?" Emily nodded as her hair fell into her face. She pushed back the black strands and looked up at him.
"Well then, we will test this one first. Take your wand out." Emily hurriedly grabbed for her wand and gazed up at him, her emerald eyes full of anticipation.
"Now, dip your wand in the contents and say these words: depluit fulgur" Emily did as told, and raised her wand over her head.
Thunder rolled in the distance and dim flashes of light bounced off the walls. The thunder became more heavy as Emily stared around the classroom.
Rain came out of no where, only landing on Emily. It down poured and soon after bolts of lightning sprung from her wand, hitting the ceiling, causing rubble to fall into her cauldron.
"Wow." Millicent sat back and stared. Snape said a quick charm to dry Emily. She rolled her shoulders and sat back down.
"Excellent Miss O'Leary. Class is over now, due to the fact that only one student completed her assignment in time. Good night."
When Emily got back to her dorm, she found two owls on her bed. She reached for the brown tawny owl and untied the parchment from it. She unrolled it and began to read:
'Hey Emily, It's Mallory. I know we haven't exchanged words in a large amount of time, but I finally got word of you coming back. I did miss you, and I left because I assumed you would no longer be there. I cannot come back however. I will miss you dearly.
Guess what? I was talking to my cousin and she said that a select few from Beauxbatons are coming to Hogwarts. I may have a chance to see you soon!
'Til then, -Mallory.'
Emily attempted a weak smile, but tossed the letter in the fire. She gave the tawny a cookie and a green ribbon. The green ribbon Mallory gave her for her thirteenth birthday. The owl flew off, and Emily made her way over to the dark eagle owl. It looks like it belongs to a Malfoy.
'Emily, Hey, It's Jesse, hah remember? Well, I finally got around to writing to you. Wow, I didn't know you and my cousin had a relationship. I feel so. bad.
He was telling me all about you. But today when I got his owl, it was kind of upsetting. Turns out he really misses you, but he is too proud to tell you. He also told me you were 'slippin the tongue with goody goody Potter. That, I did not expect. Well, I'm off. I'll write back later, but don't tell Draco what I told you.
-Jesse'
Emily sighed and fell back on her bed. Sleep over came her, and soon came morning.
Christmas was soon rolling around the corner and the halls were festively decorated. Students would be leaving in less than a week. Emily looked up from her dinner plate to find a bright barn owl. She took the parchment from it and fed it a piece of bread. 'Please come to Professor Dumbledore's office.' She crumpled the letter in her hand and stood straight.
Harry and Ron were laughing together on their way to dinner. They were a little late, but going nonetheless. Harry dropped his Potions book and told Ron to go ahead without him.
Mistletoe was everywhere and to Harry it seemed like everyone else had someone to care for except him. Hermione and Ron finally hit it off, Lavender and Seamus, Pavarti and Dean, and believe it or not, Ginny and Blaise. This Christmas he was spending it here at Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione were going to Egypt with the other Weasleys. There was no way he was going to spend Christmas with the Dursleys.
Harry grabbed his Potions book and began his way to the Great Hall. He turned the corner and ended up falling right back down. He hit his head hard on the floor and grabbed to massage his neck. Emerald eyes met emerald eyes. Emily stood quickly and turned to run off. Harry jumped up and snatched her arm. She looked back at him with tears falling down her rosy cheeks and her raven black hair disarray. Harry's face softened as he pulled her to him. He ran his fingers through her hair.
"What happened?" He pulled away from her, holding her in his arms. She looked up at him as he brushed a tear from her cheek with his thumb.
"Miss O'Leary, I'm sorry." Dumbledore led her to the door as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.
"Are you sure he left with all of it?" Emily bit her lip in apprehension. He nodded solemnly and opened the door.
"I give up." She ran down the hall until rapidly slamming into a solid figure that caught her. It was Harry. "What happened?"
"Well, Mr. The-professor-we-all-love Lupin was fired, due to the Malfoy's complaining about his existence again, my belongings were dropped off at my manor which was later confiscated by Mr. Parkinson because, I am 'too young to own such vast property.' My bank account does not exist any longer because Mr. Parkinson claimed I am, 'not among everyone' anymore, although Dumbledore cleared it up. He has all my money and is no where to be found. What a great bloody Christmas."
She heaved a sigh and fell against the wall. Harry sat next to her and put a comforting arm around her.
"Well, I don't really know what to say to make it all better, but you are more than welcome to share Christmas with me. I'll be here too, just visit whenever you want. And don't worry about the Parkinsons. I--we'll get to the bottom of this."
She gave him a weak smile and turned away. "Thank you Harry." Her smile faltered a bit. "I must go. I'm sorry." She looked around and ran in the direction of the Slytherin dormitories.
Tom stood in front of her again. His dark hair glistening in the light with his green eyes glimmering with mirth.
"You've turned into a beautiful young lady, Emily." He took her hand in his and gently kissed it.
"You must give me the boy. He is infatuated with you." He caressed her cheek and smiled charmingly at her.
She woke up again, the same dream night after night. As though it was a calling. It was midnight of the night before Christmas Eve, and Tom Riddle, more handsome than ever. He vaguely looked like Harry Potter. Ah, yes. 'The boy' was obviously Harry.
Emily sat up and brushed her hair from her forehead. 'I've got to keep Harry away from me.' Millicent tossed a pillow at Emily and walked into the bathroom. Emily shook her head and fell back to sleep. seeing his face once more.
Harry pushed through the crowd gathered in front of the entrance to the Great Hall. He spotted Emily and threw her a grin, hoping she would smile back. She glanced over at him and pointed to an empty corridor. He followed her down the dark passage and stopped when she turned around.
"What's going on over there?" Harry put his books down and ran a hand through his hair.
"I think that Dumbledore is sleeping late. I haven't a clue." She held her books tighter to her chest and sighed. "Harry, I can't talk to you anymore. I'm sorry. Just trust me on this one. The more you are with me, the more danger you are in. and I don't want to hurt you. You are the only one besides Blaise who has stuck by me although I pushed you away. Just stay away. I may tell you one day, but it is too risky now. I am sorry."
She took a step up to him and looked up. "Hey, it's mistletoe." Her lip quirked up into a grin as he looked up, baffled.
"Well, looks like I have to ki--" Emily broke him off with her lips on his. He closed his eyes and put his hand on her cheek. She pulled away softly and gazed up at him.
"Goodbye Harry." She turned swiftly on her heel and ran off to her dormitory. Harry stood there with his jaw dropped.
Emily ran, and ran, until she ended up in front of the library. She spotted Draco about to exit the library. Emily bit her lip and looked up, searching for mistletoe. She smiled brightly as she noticed some just to the left. Draco came out of the library and walked toward her.
"Could you move." He gave her a smirk and raised his eyebrow. She just smirked back and pointed up.
"No." He looked up and gazed back at her. He started laughing until she pushed him directly under it.
"I'm sick of this game Draco." She pushed his books from his hands and wrapped them around his neck. She pressed her lips to his, only getting him to pull her closer and deepen the kiss. He pushed her up against the wall and caged her between his arms. He pulled back and ran a hand through her hair.
"I've been sick of it." He vaguely smiled at her, his best attempt, and caressed her cheek with his thumb. "You are still a bitch in my book, but a bitch that I love."
She grinned and enveloped him in a hug. "So, what are we now? Are we back together?" He stepped back and held her hands in his.
"I don't know. meet me in our dungeon after dinner." He grabbed his books and walked away with his robes billowing dramatically behind him.
"Blaise, why are you dating a Weasley? A Gryffindor at that!" Emily broke a piece of her roll off and tossed it in her mouth.
"Well, she is my cinnamon. She's got this wonderful red hair, it's like fire. And her eyes, wow, you can get lost in them. But, oh, she is so feisty! You wouldn't expect that from a Gryffindor. I swear, she is meant to be a Slytherin." He looked over at her and took a sip of pumpkin juice.
"Well, I thought she fancied Harry." She wiped her mouth with her napkin and turned to him.
"She did, but she said that he was too obsessed with you, that she gave up. Speaking of which, what is going on with you and Potter? I saw you two at the courtyard. Oh, and what is going on with you and Malfoy? I swear I saw you two lightly brush hands in the hall and exchange smiles. I am so boggled."
Emily just giggled and pulled a stand of black hair behind her ear. "Well, there is nothing between Harry and I, I did fancy him for a little while, but I've been having these dreams. Tom, err, Voldemort wants me to lure him into his lair. I cannot have that. So, I ended every connection between Potter and I this morning. Draco and I, well. I'm not sure. I'm going to find out just after dinner. Don't worry, I'll tell you all." She stood up and put her napkin on her plate. "And do tell Weasley I said hello." She smirked and walked off. Blaise chuckled and grabbed another dinner roll.
"Hey Malcolm! Pass me the mashed potatoes!"
Emily made her way down the dark passage as two arms enveloped her. She relaxed and sighed.
"Emily, we must talk." A hand covered her mouth as her eyebrows shot up. That was NOT Draco.
She ended up in a dimly lit chamber when the person revealed themselves. The emerald eyes, the dark hair. It had to be Harry.
"Harry." She knitted her brow and looked around as the lights diminished. "Is exactly what I need." The voice finished for her.
A candle to the left emitted a bright flash as Tom Marvolo Riddle revealed himself. "Emily, you are being initiated tomorrow night. As your task, I need you to get me the Potter boy. Can you do that?" He strode up to her and held her cheek in his hand. He kissed he lips lightly and turned.
"Where am I, and how are you in Hogwarts?" She stood up and walked across the room.
"We are not in Hogwarts. This, is Hogsmeade. It's a simple light rug- portkey. You can't even realize you are being taken somewhere else. Anyway, the Malfoy boy will tell you more later. You are free to go. I just needed to see you in person, dreams are not as realistic." He kissed her one last time and let her go.
"Draco. We need to talk." She ran through the dungeons and turned a corner. He came up to her and threw her against the wall.
"We don't need to talk right now. Do you have any idea how much energy I have held and need to release?" He kissed her feverishly and quickly undid her robes. He tossed them aside and started at her neck.
"Draco. calm down." She pushed him away and looked at him sternly. "Stop that. Slow down a little."
He let out an aggravated sigh and pulled at his hair. "I'm a teenage boy! Do you not expect this?" She laughed and sat against the wall. He grinned and sat next to her.
"Would you like to come home with me tomorrow? Father will pick us up. I know it is a little late, but I just got word of it." He grabbed her hand and kissed each finger.
"Sure. But, we must get to bed. I am very tired, and it is very late."
"Miss O'Leary, can I have a word?" Emily smiled as she turned to Snape. She walked over to him and looked up.
"I never got to ask you how that tea went. Pray tell, how was it?" He fidgeted a little and looked rather anxious.
"Estelle is a lovely lady. She really is. Mighty brill if you ask me. I like her a lot." She played with a lock of her hair.
"Good, good. Okay, well I believe young master Malfoy is waiting. Happy Christmas." He smiled as much as he could without blowing his cover.
She ran to him and hugged him. "Happy Christmas Sevvie." She waved to him and ran off to the carriage on her way to Malfoy Manor.
Well, I had EXTREME writer's block. Sorry. Oh, and this is part one of the Christmas Chapter. Part two will be out later. Review!!!! -SJ