Chapter Five: Angel of Death, Wings of Flame

"Malfoy let go of me!" hissed Asryel as she was shoved into the old Transfiguration room. Light was starting to break in the windows as Draco shut the door firmly behind him looking at Asryel. She stood in the middle of the room her nightgown still draped over her shoulders haphazardly threatening to slip away.

"What do you want!" she spoke calmly but in a forceful tone.

"The Truth." He shot back turning to look out the window crossing his arms.

"What do you want to know?" her teeth were clenched as she walked over to him and hissed in his ear.

"Where'd you get this?" he lashed a hand out to touch her neck, letting his fingers graze the sensitive skin. Asryel paled and stepped back.

"It was a rebound from a spell." She lied tripping over a chair as she backed away from his steps towards her.

"It is then?" he smirked and her burning eyes narrowed to slits; that was it.

"How dare you question me!" rearing her hand back she brought it down with all her might only to feel a biting pain around her wrists and spine. She was against the wall, her wrists clamped with Draco's hands.

Draco had spent his life seducing women and now as always it kicked in.

"Tell me what I want to know, Seraphic." He whispered into her ear letting his lips graze her neck where the scar was, she winced and tried to jerk away.

"Let me go Malfoy you don't know what I can do!" Sudden warmth filled the room, but Draco kept his hands around her wrists pinning them against the stone as she tried her best to be free.

"Let me GO!" she nearly sobbed out with utmost anger and the room was swirling with a magical wind and heat. He still did not answer or let her go, his eyes were on hers. A cry of pain emitted her lips as she arched her back and tossed her head back, despite Draco wasn't going to let her go.

"Let me go…NOW!" the last word was put forth with so much anger Draco was thrown back against the other wall, everything around her and him burst into flames the inferno sweltering around her. Draco looked up from his place towards her, something had happened.

Her nightclothes were now flowing around her ankles glowing like submerged in light and her skin was beading with sweat and paling rapidly yet glowing red and orange from the embers. She stood in the middle of fire; the dancing laces licking at her feet her short ringlets of hair dancing about her face. As if in a garden she let a hand fall into the flames and brought it out holding a line of billowing heat and light and looked upon it with grace. Like a snake it wound around her wrist her hand and then left her finger tips creating letters as it moved through the air reading Angel of death, Wings of Flame. Suddenly light radiated in the room and he looked back at the figure of Asryel, she had her arms flung out as a tunnel of fire was moving around her feet. She was hovering in mid air and the door opened with the sound of screams following. Draco didn't care he pulled himself from the ground and stood up staring at her figure as it jerked in pain seemingly.

A sudden coolness covered the room and drops of water began to fall around them the flames dying slowly in the icy water Asryel fell to her knees then crumpled to the floor completely. Draco had his hands pressed against the wall firmly and his jaw set. Letting his eyes travel from Asryel to the door he could see the silhouette of a girl. She stepped forward into the light now streaming from the window, it was Serenity, her hair tied up into a bun spilling with curls, her figure small, but she held a calmness to her.

Two teachers came in and picked the soaked Asryel up and carried her off, Draco stood there still his body quaking, he knew he had made some mistake just wasn't sure what yet.

Trudging back towards the Slytherin Common room in the Dungeons Draco's thoughts lie heavy on Asryelynn, for a fleeting second she didn't look like the normal Asryel. Holding her back was part of his plan to get answers, but he was now coming to terms with the fact it didn't work.

Nearly to the entrance of the Common Room Draco passed the Lavatories and heard a voice he knew all too well from the boys Lavatory. Taking a longing look towards the common room he sighed and turned to the door to the Boys Lavatory. Finding it locked he pulled his wand from his sleeve and opened it silently. Greeted by the warming feeling of water Draco was haunted by the fire and water just moments ago.

He thought that he must be some sight, covered in soot, soaked head to toe a nasty gash across his cheek, but he didn't care really his main worry right now was the person on the other end of the vocal cords.

"What are you doing here?" he said crossing his arms staring down into the bath.

"There were simply too many people in the Girls Bathroom if you ask me." Stated Cleo who had her eyes shut soaking in the bath.

"So you come into the boys Lavatory to have your bath?"

"I locked the door."

"But that didn't stop me now did it?" he raised his brow looking down on her and she opened her eyes and looked him over.

"You look like you've been through a war, darling." She said raising her eyes to his.

"Yes, one with your dearest sister Asryel." she nodded her head motioning for him to turn around. Doing so, even though he didn't mind watching she got out and wrapped a towel around herself.

"You angered her then?" Cleo said more as a statement, he nodded.

"And Serenity saved you, because Asryel was changing." Her voice was the normal playful tone, she knew something he didn't.

"How'd you…?" he was silenced by a kiss on the lips softly.

"Don't worry how." She raised her brow once and then began gathering her things that were scattered about the room.

Then he saw it as he watched her, those three marks across her ankle.

"Cleo, why do you have that mark." She paused and looked at him then continued.

"Once you get the mark it never goes away, it's like a modern dark mark Death Eaters get." Draco shuddered at the mention of the Death Eaters.

"Oh." He muttered his thoughts on Christmas break when he'd have to face his father and tell him he wasn't interested in getting the mark he was suppose to have by New Years.

"Everything will be okay, Draco." She cooed softly placing a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he brought her face up and kissed her gingerly on the lips thanking her and satisfying himself all at once.

Cleo smiled under the kiss and spoke her forehead pressed against his.

"We shouldn't do this in here." She muttered grinning. As he kissed her yet again, while he cradled her face in one hand the other hand finding his wand.

"Not like anyone is going to walk in." raising his arm he muttered a spell under his breath and then he turned back to Cleo. She laughed and led him over to the bath and pushed him in.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, you need your bath." She cooed seductively holding the towel around her chest. He came up sputtering and narrowed his eyes then smirked and grabbed her wrist pulling her in, causing her towel to slip away.

"Now that's not fair!" she squealed brushing strands of wet hair from her face.

"Oh but it is." Kissing her he pulled her onto his lap and let his hands venture down her bare backbone. He had been tired and worried, but being around Cleo he felt a bit more free.

"Do you have any idea how many school rules this violates?" Cleo nearly laughed and laced her hand in his wet pallid hair.

"Yes, half a dozen or so." He smirked and pulled her down into another kiss.

Cleo knew that the best thing she could do was distract Draco from thinking about what had happened, he had made his death wish angering Asryel, thank god for her sister Serenity.

A feeling of un-adultred pleasure jarred her from her thoughts as she took a sharp intake of air and ran a hand down his now bare chest. Kissing him with her quaking emotion.

Of course I could always keep myself distracted as well. She contemplated selfishly as she playfully nipped at his neck. Her body burned in desire for him and only him. Since she had met him that day in the streets, the strong emotional pull towards him had caused her confusion. A near thousand of years before she had had no soul to feel with and even with it back the desire of love hadn't ever surfaced, not like this.

"Cleo." He spoke softly, like he did when she was around, with gentle caressing words that sent a new wave of wanton through her.

She looked into his eyes mounting with the soft yet fervent desires behind them like hers where.

"Can I keep you." He whispered in her ear, kissing down her neck gingerly.

"Forever." She answered back as he let his hands explore up her thigh pulling her closer to him. She straddled his lap and kissed him fiercely, one of her small feet caught the plug of the tub pulling it lose, the water draining out. Her hair hung in her face in wet golden red strands and his, the bleach blonde soaked and lying on his head like it used to when he gelled it back.

Half the water gone a smirk played upon Draco's lips as he grabbed her arms firmly and pushed her back against the other side and she laughed as one hand trailed down her stomach slowly.

"Promise me you won't leave me Draco." she whispered as she put her arms around his neck again.

"I Promise." a biting pain was felt at the back of his neck and he winced, but paid no mind only bent down to meet her lips with his again.

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