Everything you are
Everything you'll be
Touches the current of love
So deep in me
Every sigh in the night-
Every tear that you cry
Seduces me
All that I am;
All that I'll be
Means nothing at all
If you can't be with me
Your most innocent kiss
Or your sweetest caress
Seduces me
I don't care about tomorrow
I've given up on yesterday
Here and now is all that matters
I ran a hand through my hair, smoothing it down into place. I had to be the epitome of a charming gentleman for this mission. If I successfully completed this task, my rank would be solidified, and I would have my choice of... playthings.
But this wouldn't be an average mission; it was the most pivotal mission I was ever likely to go on again. If it carried out properly, just as it was planned, not only would I have the key to unlocking the spell, but I would have the one thing I'd always desired. Or the one person.
I waved my wand lightly and a bell rang throughout the whole house, summoning my servant.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Myrick, sir. How can I help you, sir?"
I smirked. She'd never grown out of the name I'd adopted to prolong my alias' longevity, even once I assured her that she could refer to me again by my proper name. I rather liked it, and I planned to resume being Mr. Myrick tonight until I could reveal who I truly was.
"Get me my coat, Clytemnestra. I won't be returning until very late this evening."
"Why, sir?"
"Is it any of your business?" I replied icily, "If I wanted you to know, I would have told you." She scurried off to retrieve my coat from the upstairs closet. When she returned, I took it and spoke again, "Make sure that you have my bedroom prepared and that you have a dinner prepared for me." I put on the coat, and adjusted the collar.
"So sorry, sir, Clytemnestra meant no offense, sir. I will, sir, Clytemnestra will have it done, sir." Glancing in the mirror on my way out, I walked out of the house, as Clytemnestra closed the door in my wake.
Everything had been simple up until this point. Find out who could help us create the spell we needed and what she would need to perform the spell, find out where to find her, get what she needed. Now was the hard part of actually going to her, seducing her and making her... See the light...
I had found out from my contacts that she was one of the worlds greatest spell crafters, and that she kept in close contact with the 'Fantastic Three' as I referred to them. I hadn't seen her since my final year at Hogwarts, not that I minded terribly, although I'd heard she'd grown particularly voluptuous. I also knew that she was single, and wanted to settle down with someone, which boded well for my upcoming rendezvous.
It was simply a matter of convincing her of my sincerity. My sources told me that she would be at the Three Broomsticks tonight, as she always was on Monday nights. I tied the belt around my trench coat (They really do get a bad reputation, but I suppose I fit right in with the trench coat stereotype) and aparated with a loud crack.
I stood in the street outside the Three Broomsticks, staring at my dirty white boot. Typical of this side of town to dirty my boots, but it couldn't be prevented. I walked into the three broomsticks and, after a cursory scan, sat down at the bar.
"What can I get ya?" A buxom blonde asked, walking down the length of the bar, her heels smacking the floor angrily.
"I'd like a glass of Chardonnay, thank you." I said, eyeing her figure appraisingly. She had a decent figure, for a bartender. She would have been an easy lay, if I hadn't other priorities. I'd have to keep her in mind for once my mission was over. The bartender served me, and walked back to the other end of the bar.
I skimmed the pub, looking for her. She wasn't here yet, but there was Bellatrix's daughter, Ananda, and her lover, Vincent Goyle sitting at the corner table. They made a rather fetching couple, a lovely pair of trolls.
The door swung open, and a figure walked in and over to the bar.
There she was, her hair gave her away quite easily. It was the same as it had always been, albeit somewhat shorter. She was talking to the bartender, which proved that she was a regular, since the bartender was talking back. She laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder, and then looked at me. I quickly looked away, not willing to go present myself so quickly, and suddenly became incredibly fascinated with my wine.
She always had been an annoying despoiler of intentions, and walked over to my end of the bar, and sat down next to me.
"Hi... Do I know you? I haven't ever seen you here before, but you look so familiar. I bet you get that a lot."
"I do. But I'm afraid we haven't met, how could I possibly forget a face as gorgeous as yours." I lied, staring her in the eye and flashing a charming smile. This could be the end to my mission, if she realized who I actually was...
"Oh, then I'm terribly sorry." She blushed a enchanting crimson. This wouldn't be so bad after all... and it looked like I was safe for now.
"Don't worry about it. So, ah... Do you come here often?"
"Yes, usually once a week, or so. One of my friends from school bartends here during the week." She gestured towards the bartender. "I went to Hogwarts with Eloise."I did a double take. She had certainly changed quite a bit since being the acne ridden teen I had last seen her as.
"Well, I'm certainly glad she does. May I buy you a drink?" I asked, fishing in my pocket for a galleon.
"Sure... I'll have a jack on the rocks."
"A whiskey drinker! Haven't met one of them in quite some time. Bartender, can this lovely lady have a jack on the rocks?" I placed the galleon on the bar, and the bartender put it in her pocket.
"Certainly, sir." She fixed the drink and set it down in front of the woman beside me.
"So, where did you go to school?" she asked me, sipping her drink.
"I was supposed to go to a school out of the country, but my family wanted me closer to home; I was supposed to take over the family business." I said, my expression speaking for me.
"I see. I attended Hogwarts."
"Yes, I remember. You told me before," I replied, "you knew Eloise."
"Oh... I forget what I tell people. I talk a lot, I usually tend to talk too much and then people think I know everything and that I'm too aggressive and I have control issues and then... See?"
"I do. But going back to your school; I've heard great things about Hogwarts. Was Professor Dumbledore as amazing as everyone makes him out to be? He seems like a smarmy old duffer, if you ask me."
"Oh, he really was amazing," she gushed, "he was always there when you needed him. It was like he knew everything that was going on everywhere. I remember one time when Harry and I-"
"Oh, did you know the famed Mr. Potter?" I interrupted, feigning interest.
"Yes, I knew him," she replied, her eyes turning slightly misty.
"Were you close?"
"Yes, we were- are- were very close. I'm sorry, but I don't remember your name," she laughed, trying to get away with her rapid change of subject. I smiled back at her, "and I don't remember if you even told me, if you did, I'm terribly sorry." She blushed a bit, and looked at her napkin.
"Don't worry about it. My name is Donovan. Donovan Myrick. And your name is?"
"Ginny. Ginny Weasley."
ERICA'S LEDITOR:
Heyyy, again. Bethchya didn't think it was Ginny did ya? Or maybe you did. Y'all have no idea what Sel's got in store for you. I don't even know, which isn't too fair, if you think about it. ;-) But I do know it's going to be amazing. After all, would you expect any less?
So this chapter was a slightly long time in coming, and I've got to apologize for taking nearly a week to write this note, and edit the chapter. But I know you guys think it's far more than worth it, and it is.
Love and gummie bears,
Eriiica.
Author's Note:
Hi. Sorry this took so long, I was at camp, and then life was difficult, and yeah. :pauses to correct the spelling of something in Erica's leditor (Hey, nobody's perfect, Sunshine.) Gotta love slimy little gits that try to sleep with out favorite redheaded woman. I think we shall have some shirtless!Ron or Harry in the next chapter... We'll see how it goes. :grin:
Love, hugs, and Hershey kisses
Sel