ChApPiE 4
((A/n: Why do I have to keep saying this? I guess I could say it just for
good messers... I do not own Draco and his lovely world, but the Princess
of Darkness (Mikkura Rosel) is mine. If you steal her, then I get to sue
you.. Mwahahahahahahahaha!))
A message from muses!
Tori- Julie! Why does Mikk get to be in the story and not us??! I don't like this at all.
Mikk- Shut up! I am sure we could enspier her to mention the rest of you later. Continue with your work Julie.
Dri- You spot light hog! *Hits Mikk in the head*
Mikk- Ow. Bitch.
Rose- Hey leave him alone it is not his fault for being beautiful... Lol and a girl in yet another one of Julie's little stories.
Tori- You just don't want to be taken out of the story!
Me-*Getting a head ach from all the voices in my head*
Rose- I am not even in the story!
Dri- Rosel= Rose + l. Yeah you are in the story.. But not as a person.
Mikk- Damn you guys are a pain in the ass.
Dri- *Hits Mikk again*
Mikk- Dri stop being a bitch! You are so-
Me- Shut the fuck up guys so I can give these readers what they want! They do not want to just read this forever.
All- But-
Me- No! Shut the fuck up, sit your imagonary asses down, and enspier me!
*Silence*
Me- Good. Sorry, now on with the show!
-Mikkura took off her boots and set them by the portrate door. Her cargo pants seemed to grow a few inches, for now they were covering her feet with an inch left over. The music was playing all around her, each voilent beat as loud as it would be heard at a consert. Mikkura started to dance.
At first the dance was slow, almost painfully so. Her hands were locked together above her head, and her hips moved frount to back, then frount to back again. Her back was to the portrat door ((Sound like a hint doesn't if? Hehehehe *Dirty thoughts*)). While moving her hips, her knees were bending up and down.
Out side the Slytherin Prince heard the faint music and saw the portrait. -That girl looks familar.- It didn't take him long to realize that it was is Vampire Princes. He walked up to it, not drawing attention to himself, which is hard to do with his beauty.
"Are you Mikkura Rosel?" He asked the portrate in a honied voice. If it was, he just might need to get in... She could be indanger... Heh.
"Yes... Who are you?" It's eyes grew big, like a house elf's, exept only big enough to be still counted human.
"I am a friend of the person you were painted of. So could you let me in?" Slytherins where famouse for their gift of acting, and Draco was using his skills for the forces of horniness, he will make a great man someday.
"Can't. You need the password." It said, with blood red lips forming a smile. -I hate it when they think they won...-
"Fine. Rose Red Of Blood." Draco responded with a famous smirk. -Note to self: thank dad for once, and don't kill him in over 3 days.-
The portrate door silently opened and the music blaired out. When Draco got into the room the door closed, just as quitely. Then he saw the reason he came here, and he had to remember how to breath. Mikkura was still dancing her slow dance. She was so caught up in just dancing and breathing, and moving, that she didn't notice he was there.
-The art if a ninga. Ninga feet. sneaky feet, ninga feet, sneaky feet..- Draco thought as he tip-toed to Mikkura. ((a/n: Sorry! But I had to atleast quote Ranma 1/2 at least once and I use Sesuke(sp?). Ain't he cute? Like a kitten cute?))
When Draco got up to Mikkura and memorized her movement, he joind her dance. First he did not tuch her, because he wanted to make sure he could mold to her bodie as she danced. Then he slid a hand around her stumich, and it slid low going just at the same level as her hip. She jumped at the sudden tuch, and it didn't help that his hand was a bit cold, but she never broke her beat. She slowly turned around, with Draco's hand keeping her close, and staying at the same level as it had been placed. His body molded to her's when she had fully faced him.
Mikkura was not sure weather to kill, slap, contunue dancing, or do the girlie thing and stop dancing to question him. Since he was beautiful, and matching her beat, she contunued to dance with him.
When that song, Living Dead Girl, ended the next one came on, with no silence betwean them. It was a Disturbed song called, "Meaning of Life" ((a/n: The song is a perverted, fast beat, voilent song that has the qoute "Come a little closer now pretentuse whore, I am realling with the fealing that I can't ignore, the need to get phyco is not a question to me." twords the end.. So yeah. You get the poit. Heh)) and Mikkura's dance changed. Sadly poor ickle Dracokins was a bit lost. He hadn't learned any of these songs, nor did he know how to dance to them like she did. So she danced around him, laughing. She was not directly laughing at him, while she danced, but more like laughed from the energy high she was getting, just from this one person.
After a bit Draco got the beat and meaning of the song, and started to dance with Mikkura again. This dance was a violent, combining of bodies. Like sex with cloths on. Both where lost in the music and dance. If the world had sodenly gone to hell they wouldn't noticed in the slightest, and would have kept on dancing.
When that song finished and a slower song called "Paint it Black" came on their bodies parted.
"Tyeji." Mikkura said in a whisper and the music became as quiet as her voice. She then walked to the kitchen to pull out a drink, Coke-a-Cola of corse, with Draco following her. She tossed him one and opened hers with a little snip, pop, and gulp.
" So, what is your name and how did you get in here?" Mikkura asked Draco after he copied what she had done with her Coke.
" You know most people would have asked that before the dance." He said in a mono-tone with a smirk on his face.
"Yeah, I do know, but that is not anything that I had asked the answer to." She said as she waked out, and went to the bathroom door, still with Draco following her.
"Name's Draco Malfoy, and your portrait let me in." He stopped a few feet behind her. Mikkura walked in to the bathroom expecting Draco to follow her, but he didn't follow her in. She glanced at him and made a "come here" hand motion. Evil thoughts were running a marithon in Draco's head. Him thinking that he might just succeed before he had planned, making it the fastes lay he had had in years. So he followed her as she went into her bedroom, unimpressed of cores since he had a dorm a bit like her's.
"You can sit on the couch and wait, while I change. You know I can get you into a lot of trouble for truss passing." She said as she walked into her walking-closet. Draco sat down like he was instructed, a bit suprised at her coment.
"Hmmhmm." He answerd back. "I could also say that you kidnapped me and tried to dink my blood." Draco could hear shuffilling around in the closet.
"But who is the scariest on of us two?" Mikkura asked within.
"Me." He answered in a smooth voice. He heared a laugh within, and Mikkura stepping out in a long black t-shirt that went down to her knees.
"I don't think so, kid. Your daddy might be a Death-Eater, but you do realize that Old Voldie had to be taught some how right?" She smirked at the shock and horror on his face. -If only I had a camra...- She thought to her self.
Draco reclaimed his cool and asked, " Are you saying that your the one that taught him? How could you have, your as old as me. And how did you know my Dad was a Death-Eater?"
"Naw I am not the one that taught him, and I am about 30-40 years older than you. You don't hide thoughts that well." She finished with a gigle.
"Ok if you are not the one that taught him, then do you know who did?" His voice held a childish ring to it. -He is like a 7 year old.-
"My mum taught him. Then he killed her, but not before she taught me, and had all of her teachings in a book that only those of her line could read." She answered in a calm voice as if she was explaining how to pick a flower.
((a/n: OK. I refuse to update until I get 10 reviews! I hate it when writers do this, but people like reading and not adding a comment. And I say GARGLE! to them. So I ask you to kindly review the story. If you don't like my story then let me know, but my mummy always told me that if you can't say anything nice don't say it at all. Oh and if you just happen to go to fictionpress.com search for a pen name by the name of BlakkRain . I have some poetry there that I want the world to know about. It is not story orented or anything, but some of them are really cool. *Bowes* Thank you.))
A message from muses!
Tori- Julie! Why does Mikk get to be in the story and not us??! I don't like this at all.
Mikk- Shut up! I am sure we could enspier her to mention the rest of you later. Continue with your work Julie.
Dri- You spot light hog! *Hits Mikk in the head*
Mikk- Ow. Bitch.
Rose- Hey leave him alone it is not his fault for being beautiful... Lol and a girl in yet another one of Julie's little stories.
Tori- You just don't want to be taken out of the story!
Me-*Getting a head ach from all the voices in my head*
Rose- I am not even in the story!
Dri- Rosel= Rose + l. Yeah you are in the story.. But not as a person.
Mikk- Damn you guys are a pain in the ass.
Dri- *Hits Mikk again*
Mikk- Dri stop being a bitch! You are so-
Me- Shut the fuck up guys so I can give these readers what they want! They do not want to just read this forever.
All- But-
Me- No! Shut the fuck up, sit your imagonary asses down, and enspier me!
*Silence*
Me- Good. Sorry, now on with the show!
-Mikkura took off her boots and set them by the portrate door. Her cargo pants seemed to grow a few inches, for now they were covering her feet with an inch left over. The music was playing all around her, each voilent beat as loud as it would be heard at a consert. Mikkura started to dance.
At first the dance was slow, almost painfully so. Her hands were locked together above her head, and her hips moved frount to back, then frount to back again. Her back was to the portrat door ((Sound like a hint doesn't if? Hehehehe *Dirty thoughts*)). While moving her hips, her knees were bending up and down.
Out side the Slytherin Prince heard the faint music and saw the portrait. -That girl looks familar.- It didn't take him long to realize that it was is Vampire Princes. He walked up to it, not drawing attention to himself, which is hard to do with his beauty.
"Are you Mikkura Rosel?" He asked the portrate in a honied voice. If it was, he just might need to get in... She could be indanger... Heh.
"Yes... Who are you?" It's eyes grew big, like a house elf's, exept only big enough to be still counted human.
"I am a friend of the person you were painted of. So could you let me in?" Slytherins where famouse for their gift of acting, and Draco was using his skills for the forces of horniness, he will make a great man someday.
"Can't. You need the password." It said, with blood red lips forming a smile. -I hate it when they think they won...-
"Fine. Rose Red Of Blood." Draco responded with a famous smirk. -Note to self: thank dad for once, and don't kill him in over 3 days.-
The portrate door silently opened and the music blaired out. When Draco got into the room the door closed, just as quitely. Then he saw the reason he came here, and he had to remember how to breath. Mikkura was still dancing her slow dance. She was so caught up in just dancing and breathing, and moving, that she didn't notice he was there.
-The art if a ninga. Ninga feet. sneaky feet, ninga feet, sneaky feet..- Draco thought as he tip-toed to Mikkura. ((a/n: Sorry! But I had to atleast quote Ranma 1/2 at least once and I use Sesuke(sp?). Ain't he cute? Like a kitten cute?))
When Draco got up to Mikkura and memorized her movement, he joind her dance. First he did not tuch her, because he wanted to make sure he could mold to her bodie as she danced. Then he slid a hand around her stumich, and it slid low going just at the same level as her hip. She jumped at the sudden tuch, and it didn't help that his hand was a bit cold, but she never broke her beat. She slowly turned around, with Draco's hand keeping her close, and staying at the same level as it had been placed. His body molded to her's when she had fully faced him.
Mikkura was not sure weather to kill, slap, contunue dancing, or do the girlie thing and stop dancing to question him. Since he was beautiful, and matching her beat, she contunued to dance with him.
When that song, Living Dead Girl, ended the next one came on, with no silence betwean them. It was a Disturbed song called, "Meaning of Life" ((a/n: The song is a perverted, fast beat, voilent song that has the qoute "Come a little closer now pretentuse whore, I am realling with the fealing that I can't ignore, the need to get phyco is not a question to me." twords the end.. So yeah. You get the poit. Heh)) and Mikkura's dance changed. Sadly poor ickle Dracokins was a bit lost. He hadn't learned any of these songs, nor did he know how to dance to them like she did. So she danced around him, laughing. She was not directly laughing at him, while she danced, but more like laughed from the energy high she was getting, just from this one person.
After a bit Draco got the beat and meaning of the song, and started to dance with Mikkura again. This dance was a violent, combining of bodies. Like sex with cloths on. Both where lost in the music and dance. If the world had sodenly gone to hell they wouldn't noticed in the slightest, and would have kept on dancing.
When that song finished and a slower song called "Paint it Black" came on their bodies parted.
"Tyeji." Mikkura said in a whisper and the music became as quiet as her voice. She then walked to the kitchen to pull out a drink, Coke-a-Cola of corse, with Draco following her. She tossed him one and opened hers with a little snip, pop, and gulp.
" So, what is your name and how did you get in here?" Mikkura asked Draco after he copied what she had done with her Coke.
" You know most people would have asked that before the dance." He said in a mono-tone with a smirk on his face.
"Yeah, I do know, but that is not anything that I had asked the answer to." She said as she waked out, and went to the bathroom door, still with Draco following her.
"Name's Draco Malfoy, and your portrait let me in." He stopped a few feet behind her. Mikkura walked in to the bathroom expecting Draco to follow her, but he didn't follow her in. She glanced at him and made a "come here" hand motion. Evil thoughts were running a marithon in Draco's head. Him thinking that he might just succeed before he had planned, making it the fastes lay he had had in years. So he followed her as she went into her bedroom, unimpressed of cores since he had a dorm a bit like her's.
"You can sit on the couch and wait, while I change. You know I can get you into a lot of trouble for truss passing." She said as she walked into her walking-closet. Draco sat down like he was instructed, a bit suprised at her coment.
"Hmmhmm." He answerd back. "I could also say that you kidnapped me and tried to dink my blood." Draco could hear shuffilling around in the closet.
"But who is the scariest on of us two?" Mikkura asked within.
"Me." He answered in a smooth voice. He heared a laugh within, and Mikkura stepping out in a long black t-shirt that went down to her knees.
"I don't think so, kid. Your daddy might be a Death-Eater, but you do realize that Old Voldie had to be taught some how right?" She smirked at the shock and horror on his face. -If only I had a camra...- She thought to her self.
Draco reclaimed his cool and asked, " Are you saying that your the one that taught him? How could you have, your as old as me. And how did you know my Dad was a Death-Eater?"
"Naw I am not the one that taught him, and I am about 30-40 years older than you. You don't hide thoughts that well." She finished with a gigle.
"Ok if you are not the one that taught him, then do you know who did?" His voice held a childish ring to it. -He is like a 7 year old.-
"My mum taught him. Then he killed her, but not before she taught me, and had all of her teachings in a book that only those of her line could read." She answered in a calm voice as if she was explaining how to pick a flower.
((a/n: OK. I refuse to update until I get 10 reviews! I hate it when writers do this, but people like reading and not adding a comment. And I say GARGLE! to them. So I ask you to kindly review the story. If you don't like my story then let me know, but my mummy always told me that if you can't say anything nice don't say it at all. Oh and if you just happen to go to fictionpress.com search for a pen name by the name of BlakkRain . I have some poetry there that I want the world to know about. It is not story orented or anything, but some of them are really cool. *Bowes* Thank you.))