It was raining when I woke up. The lightening flashed followed by the loud
rumble of thunder. I flinched in my bed as another strike of lightening
flashed somewhere close by.
I used to the love the rain. I'd hurry outside and run around in it, letting it soak into my skin, like I was a young child. Now, all it reminded me of was the trouble at hand. It had been raining that first horrible night I had killed my first victim (and somehow my only). It haunted me; somewhere in the back of my mind, my inner voice was screaming at my stupidity. If I had just remained calm and used a simple stunning spell . . . One less person would be dead from this bloody war.
I took a deep breath and jumped slightly when I noticed Viktor had entered my room.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his frame drooping slightly to match the weariness in his voice.
How many times did this happen now? He must be annoyed with me for being so weak. "I'm fine," I answered quietly.
He stood there for a moment before cautiously walked over and sitting on the corner of my bed. "Dis war vill end."
I smiled and bowed my head, thinking of Ron and Harry and others who were out there fighting right this very moment. Why wasn't I doing anything? Why was I going to let a stupid git like Malfoy keep me from helping? I wasn't. "I know, Viktor." I was gripped by a sudden urge. I took his large, calloused hand in mine and put it to my cheek, smiling. "Thank you for being so patient with me."
His thumb caressed my cheek gently. No words were spoken, but I pulled him under the covers with me. "Stay with me?" I whispered to him as he slid in next to me.
"I vill," He said next to me.
"Good." I yawned and snuggled my back closer to his chest, still holding onto his hand. Lightening flashed near me; my heart jumped, but I didn't flinch.
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It was raining when Draco returned home from his meeting with the other Deatheaters. He smiled. Something about the rain just seemed so drear and depressing. It was beautiful. So clean yet recycled and used. He slowed when he walked by a window to peer out for a second before passing on. He reached the door to his room and murmured a familiar charm that allowed him passage into his room.
Draco walked slowly in, thoughts flooding through his brain. It had been decided tonight. He was to be the successor of Voldermort. Some feeling he was unfamiliar with made his stomach lurch at the thought. No matter how hard he tried, he wasn't able to figure out whether this was a good feeling or a bad feeling. 'I should feel privileged,' He reminded himself. 'I was rightfully chosen out of many to become the next Voldermort and lead the dark into the world.'
He shrugged his robe from his shoulders and threw it over the back of his oak chair. He would need to show how pleased he was with his Lord's judgment in choosing him. Although uncharacteristic of Draco to be grateful, he understood the great power that was just bestowed upon him. 'A gift,' He thought with a wry smile. Simple enough.
But what gift could you possibly give such a being? Draco smirked. 'A slave.' Voldermort was power hungry and loved to have beings under his control. Of course not just any old slave, one with valuable information and use. A female of course for the dark Lord. Draco looked thoughtfully at the wall above his desk. His eyes swept across his desk, over the sword and wand that lay there. 'Of course.'
It would be simple to get her. She had been tracking him down ever since he killed that Muggle that apparently had been very dear to her. He hadn't cared to listen when she had screamed at him about it last time. 'She was so vain.' She would be perfect though. She had developed into quite a voluptuous woman. His Lord would surely be please. Not to mention all the possible information she held. It would be amusing to break her.
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I awoke the next morning to the tickling of Viktor's steady breath on my shoulder. I shifted to avoid it, and tried to settle back down. It, however, had become very clear that I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep anytime soon. I instead wriggled free from under Viktor's arm and crept around the room, grabbing my clothing. I snuck to the bathroom down the hall and changed. I should probably go back to where Draco and I encountered last night and see if I can find any leads to his whereabouts.
Of course it was obvious he was at Malfoy Manor, but I'll be damned if that is not the most evasive place I had ever encountered. It was binded by charms from far too long ago. I pulled my hair back into a bun last and disapperated to the place.
I retraced my footsteps slowly, taking in everything and going over what exactly happened. "I tripped here over that root . . . bloody oak trees . . . then he probably got a bit of a jump on me from that," I murmured to myself.
"Actually it was moreso around where you slid on the wet leaves over there."
I turned on my heel to face Draco. His wand was out before I could move. "Morning, Granger. Do you come by here often?" He mocked with his trademark smirk.
"Malfoy," I said with pure venom.
He grinned. "I hated to interrupt when I did, but I figured a dim wit such as yourself would take far too much time to actually retrace everything; and I'm rather impatient."
I would have smirked and thrown back some comment about me being top student of my class and knowing more than he could possibly begin to comprehend. Somehow that wand pointing at me made me hold my tongue. 'Wait for the moment,' I chided myself. My jaw tightened.
Draco took a few steps towards me. "You're grown up mudblood, haven't you?" He surveyed me openly.
I gritted my teeth. "I would say the same for you, but you've obviously not changed a bit."
He didn't appear to have heard a word I had said. "Yes, you'll do nicely," Draco said aloud. 'What did he mean by that?' "Well, Granger, I can't say it was lovely chatting with you, but I really do have business to attend to. 'Til we meet again." He disapperated with a small 'pop.'
I still stood there still, rethinking every word he said and seething with the rage inside me. Why did I always have him right in my grasp, and then he just disapperates like that? Well, I wouldn't let it happen again. I needed to formulate a plan to capture this Deatheater. I should go home and study every word coming out of his mouth as much as I hated to think about him (even though lately I seemed to be devoting every minute to him). I needed to understand him.
"Bloody Malfoy," I murmured before disapperating back home. I was welcomed with the smell of toast and muffins. I smiled and walked into the kitchen. Viktor was leaning against the counter in his boxers and a white T-shirt, comfortably drinking coffee out of a mug. He watched me over the rim.
"Morning," I said brightly. Draco had left my thoughts for once. "It smells lovely."
"Help yourselv' to toast. The muffins aren't done yet," He spoke over the rim of his mug. "The peanut butter's on the table," He added with a small smile.
Apparently three years had made him aware of my obsession with peanut butter. I had read in a vegetarian book (I had become vegetarian a few years ago when I was on another one of my 'save-the-animals' campaigns. It had stuck since then.) in a table of an example meal for a day that peanut butter and half a bagel was good for breakfast. Since then I was hooked. I had branched out and added peanut butter to toast as well. It may be extremely fattening, but it was my few minutes of 'heaven' in the morning.
I giggled and took a piece of toast and slathered some peanut butter. I glanced at Viktor who was watching me with an amused smile. "What are you looking at?" I asked with a wink.
Viktor just smiled knowingly like he did sometimes and said, "You should check on the muffins."
I complied after sneaking a bite of my peanut butter toast. I peeked into the oven. "I'd give them a few more minutes."
I felt a slight brush as Viktor passed by me. I looked up to watch him turn to walk down the hallway. He sure was acting strange this morning. I shrugged it off as me being too perspective again, and once again indulged in my peanut butter toast.
The muffins did only take a few more minutes. I filled Viktor's mug with more coffee, and loaded a plate with some banana nut muffins on it. I picked my loot up and carried it down the hallway with me to bring to Viktor. "Viktor," I called out. There was no response. I peeked into each room beginning with my own first. When I reached his room at the very end of the hall, I noticed the door was slightly ajar, and a few clothes were strewn about.
Where was he? Why hadn't he said 'good-bye'? I sighed and brought the plate of muffins and mug of coffee back into the kitchen with me. For some reason there was a guilty feeling in my gut.
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I used to the love the rain. I'd hurry outside and run around in it, letting it soak into my skin, like I was a young child. Now, all it reminded me of was the trouble at hand. It had been raining that first horrible night I had killed my first victim (and somehow my only). It haunted me; somewhere in the back of my mind, my inner voice was screaming at my stupidity. If I had just remained calm and used a simple stunning spell . . . One less person would be dead from this bloody war.
I took a deep breath and jumped slightly when I noticed Viktor had entered my room.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his frame drooping slightly to match the weariness in his voice.
How many times did this happen now? He must be annoyed with me for being so weak. "I'm fine," I answered quietly.
He stood there for a moment before cautiously walked over and sitting on the corner of my bed. "Dis war vill end."
I smiled and bowed my head, thinking of Ron and Harry and others who were out there fighting right this very moment. Why wasn't I doing anything? Why was I going to let a stupid git like Malfoy keep me from helping? I wasn't. "I know, Viktor." I was gripped by a sudden urge. I took his large, calloused hand in mine and put it to my cheek, smiling. "Thank you for being so patient with me."
His thumb caressed my cheek gently. No words were spoken, but I pulled him under the covers with me. "Stay with me?" I whispered to him as he slid in next to me.
"I vill," He said next to me.
"Good." I yawned and snuggled my back closer to his chest, still holding onto his hand. Lightening flashed near me; my heart jumped, but I didn't flinch.
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It was raining when Draco returned home from his meeting with the other Deatheaters. He smiled. Something about the rain just seemed so drear and depressing. It was beautiful. So clean yet recycled and used. He slowed when he walked by a window to peer out for a second before passing on. He reached the door to his room and murmured a familiar charm that allowed him passage into his room.
Draco walked slowly in, thoughts flooding through his brain. It had been decided tonight. He was to be the successor of Voldermort. Some feeling he was unfamiliar with made his stomach lurch at the thought. No matter how hard he tried, he wasn't able to figure out whether this was a good feeling or a bad feeling. 'I should feel privileged,' He reminded himself. 'I was rightfully chosen out of many to become the next Voldermort and lead the dark into the world.'
He shrugged his robe from his shoulders and threw it over the back of his oak chair. He would need to show how pleased he was with his Lord's judgment in choosing him. Although uncharacteristic of Draco to be grateful, he understood the great power that was just bestowed upon him. 'A gift,' He thought with a wry smile. Simple enough.
But what gift could you possibly give such a being? Draco smirked. 'A slave.' Voldermort was power hungry and loved to have beings under his control. Of course not just any old slave, one with valuable information and use. A female of course for the dark Lord. Draco looked thoughtfully at the wall above his desk. His eyes swept across his desk, over the sword and wand that lay there. 'Of course.'
It would be simple to get her. She had been tracking him down ever since he killed that Muggle that apparently had been very dear to her. He hadn't cared to listen when she had screamed at him about it last time. 'She was so vain.' She would be perfect though. She had developed into quite a voluptuous woman. His Lord would surely be please. Not to mention all the possible information she held. It would be amusing to break her.
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I awoke the next morning to the tickling of Viktor's steady breath on my shoulder. I shifted to avoid it, and tried to settle back down. It, however, had become very clear that I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep anytime soon. I instead wriggled free from under Viktor's arm and crept around the room, grabbing my clothing. I snuck to the bathroom down the hall and changed. I should probably go back to where Draco and I encountered last night and see if I can find any leads to his whereabouts.
Of course it was obvious he was at Malfoy Manor, but I'll be damned if that is not the most evasive place I had ever encountered. It was binded by charms from far too long ago. I pulled my hair back into a bun last and disapperated to the place.
I retraced my footsteps slowly, taking in everything and going over what exactly happened. "I tripped here over that root . . . bloody oak trees . . . then he probably got a bit of a jump on me from that," I murmured to myself.
"Actually it was moreso around where you slid on the wet leaves over there."
I turned on my heel to face Draco. His wand was out before I could move. "Morning, Granger. Do you come by here often?" He mocked with his trademark smirk.
"Malfoy," I said with pure venom.
He grinned. "I hated to interrupt when I did, but I figured a dim wit such as yourself would take far too much time to actually retrace everything; and I'm rather impatient."
I would have smirked and thrown back some comment about me being top student of my class and knowing more than he could possibly begin to comprehend. Somehow that wand pointing at me made me hold my tongue. 'Wait for the moment,' I chided myself. My jaw tightened.
Draco took a few steps towards me. "You're grown up mudblood, haven't you?" He surveyed me openly.
I gritted my teeth. "I would say the same for you, but you've obviously not changed a bit."
He didn't appear to have heard a word I had said. "Yes, you'll do nicely," Draco said aloud. 'What did he mean by that?' "Well, Granger, I can't say it was lovely chatting with you, but I really do have business to attend to. 'Til we meet again." He disapperated with a small 'pop.'
I still stood there still, rethinking every word he said and seething with the rage inside me. Why did I always have him right in my grasp, and then he just disapperates like that? Well, I wouldn't let it happen again. I needed to formulate a plan to capture this Deatheater. I should go home and study every word coming out of his mouth as much as I hated to think about him (even though lately I seemed to be devoting every minute to him). I needed to understand him.
"Bloody Malfoy," I murmured before disapperating back home. I was welcomed with the smell of toast and muffins. I smiled and walked into the kitchen. Viktor was leaning against the counter in his boxers and a white T-shirt, comfortably drinking coffee out of a mug. He watched me over the rim.
"Morning," I said brightly. Draco had left my thoughts for once. "It smells lovely."
"Help yourselv' to toast. The muffins aren't done yet," He spoke over the rim of his mug. "The peanut butter's on the table," He added with a small smile.
Apparently three years had made him aware of my obsession with peanut butter. I had read in a vegetarian book (I had become vegetarian a few years ago when I was on another one of my 'save-the-animals' campaigns. It had stuck since then.) in a table of an example meal for a day that peanut butter and half a bagel was good for breakfast. Since then I was hooked. I had branched out and added peanut butter to toast as well. It may be extremely fattening, but it was my few minutes of 'heaven' in the morning.
I giggled and took a piece of toast and slathered some peanut butter. I glanced at Viktor who was watching me with an amused smile. "What are you looking at?" I asked with a wink.
Viktor just smiled knowingly like he did sometimes and said, "You should check on the muffins."
I complied after sneaking a bite of my peanut butter toast. I peeked into the oven. "I'd give them a few more minutes."
I felt a slight brush as Viktor passed by me. I looked up to watch him turn to walk down the hallway. He sure was acting strange this morning. I shrugged it off as me being too perspective again, and once again indulged in my peanut butter toast.
The muffins did only take a few more minutes. I filled Viktor's mug with more coffee, and loaded a plate with some banana nut muffins on it. I picked my loot up and carried it down the hallway with me to bring to Viktor. "Viktor," I called out. There was no response. I peeked into each room beginning with my own first. When I reached his room at the very end of the hall, I noticed the door was slightly ajar, and a few clothes were strewn about.
Where was he? Why hadn't he said 'good-bye'? I sighed and brought the plate of muffins and mug of coffee back into the kitchen with me. For some reason there was a guilty feeling in my gut.
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OK guys! Thanks to Tigger, KatieBell, and Rogue who have given me EXCELLENT reviews. I tried to make this one longer as Rogue suggested. I hope you are all still enjoying it. Please Reading and Reviewing is always greatly appreciated!