Game of Seduction
PG-13 (for now)
Ryo Angel
Interlude 2: Draco Malfoy and His "Precious"
The chocolate-colored hair witch wrinkled her nose at the smell that was floating from the small kitchen she had set up in her room, "What the...?" She followed the strange smell into her room and saw a mad Draco snickering hysterically over the stove as he added more and more white liquid into the cauldron. "What in Merlin's name are you doing?" She shrieked as Draco added a bit of eye of newt and a small pop was sounded.
The fair-haired dragon turned around and had the decency to look sheepish, "Borrowing your cauldron?"
"You have your own!" Hermione's eyes grew wide with horror as the sickening smell of acid made itself known, "I slaved for a year to save enough money to buy that cauldron! If you break it, I swear..." Hermione held up a fist, wand in hand, "I'll break you." She growled, "And I don't mean just magically..."
Draco pouted, "You don't have to be so mean. I was just brewing up a drink for the party tonight." He looked up at Hermione with wide puppy dog eyes swimming with tears.
Those large blue eyes... "Oh stop." Hermione tried to hold onto her anger, but it soon fled as her motherly nature took over, "It's all right."
Draco blinked and smiled, turning back to what he was doing, "Good." It never fails. Women just couldn't resist his charms. Oh yeah, it's all coming back. He did a little jig and then stopped when he remembered that Hermione was still in the room. "Now go away." He said in that irritating voice of his.
"Oh no." Hermione refused to budge, "Not until you tell me what's in that pot."
Draco shook his head, "No way. It's an old family recipe."
Hermione narrowed her eyes as black smoke whiffed back and engulfed the room, "Then use the Malfoy cauldron." She moved towards the pot, but found Draco in her way, "Move."
"Nu uh." Draco shook his head, the black cloud swirling around them and his hair was streaked with ashes, "It's not done yet." Speaking of which... Draco checked his timer, "The eggs are done!" Sure enough, there was a long gong sound as Draco opened another smaller cauldron and the smell of mouth-watering devil's eggs whiffed by Hermione's talented nose, "Want some?" Draco asked slyly.
Hermione nodded, her eyes were closed and she licked his lips at the thought of those delicious delicacies.
"You can have some..." Draco moved towards the door, "If you leave..."
Hermione snapped to attention "Draco..." She began warningly.
Draco immediately closed the lid, "Fine then." He started to move away from her, "Then you won't be having any until they're cooled tonight."
Cooled? Deviled eggs aren't supposed to be cooled! They'd lose all their wickedness by tonight! "Fine," Hermione relented as she attached herself to the smaller cauldron, "Just don't make a mess and please, for the love of Morgana, don't break my cauldron."
"Lucifer's honor!" Draco shooed her out and shut the door before smiling evilly, "Now, my precious... you and I are all alone..." He then proceeded to the port key he convenient created and stepped into the Malfoy barn, "Sally..." He cooed as a drunken cow wobbled over to him, "Milk from drunken animals..." He laughed, "No one would ever guess!" He then proceeded to milk Sally, singing his favorite muggle tune of Enya - Only Time.
Arthur's Notes
There you have it. Draco's "precious". I get to keep my bag of cookies! Yay! It's chocolate chippy! Homemade. Nummy!
Ryo Angel
Interlude 2: Draco Malfoy and His "Precious"
The chocolate-colored hair witch wrinkled her nose at the smell that was floating from the small kitchen she had set up in her room, "What the...?" She followed the strange smell into her room and saw a mad Draco snickering hysterically over the stove as he added more and more white liquid into the cauldron. "What in Merlin's name are you doing?" She shrieked as Draco added a bit of eye of newt and a small pop was sounded.
The fair-haired dragon turned around and had the decency to look sheepish, "Borrowing your cauldron?"
"You have your own!" Hermione's eyes grew wide with horror as the sickening smell of acid made itself known, "I slaved for a year to save enough money to buy that cauldron! If you break it, I swear..." Hermione held up a fist, wand in hand, "I'll break you." She growled, "And I don't mean just magically..."
Draco pouted, "You don't have to be so mean. I was just brewing up a drink for the party tonight." He looked up at Hermione with wide puppy dog eyes swimming with tears.
Those large blue eyes... "Oh stop." Hermione tried to hold onto her anger, but it soon fled as her motherly nature took over, "It's all right."
Draco blinked and smiled, turning back to what he was doing, "Good." It never fails. Women just couldn't resist his charms. Oh yeah, it's all coming back. He did a little jig and then stopped when he remembered that Hermione was still in the room. "Now go away." He said in that irritating voice of his.
"Oh no." Hermione refused to budge, "Not until you tell me what's in that pot."
Draco shook his head, "No way. It's an old family recipe."
Hermione narrowed her eyes as black smoke whiffed back and engulfed the room, "Then use the Malfoy cauldron." She moved towards the pot, but found Draco in her way, "Move."
"Nu uh." Draco shook his head, the black cloud swirling around them and his hair was streaked with ashes, "It's not done yet." Speaking of which... Draco checked his timer, "The eggs are done!" Sure enough, there was a long gong sound as Draco opened another smaller cauldron and the smell of mouth-watering devil's eggs whiffed by Hermione's talented nose, "Want some?" Draco asked slyly.
Hermione nodded, her eyes were closed and she licked his lips at the thought of those delicious delicacies.
"You can have some..." Draco moved towards the door, "If you leave..."
Hermione snapped to attention "Draco..." She began warningly.
Draco immediately closed the lid, "Fine then." He started to move away from her, "Then you won't be having any until they're cooled tonight."
Cooled? Deviled eggs aren't supposed to be cooled! They'd lose all their wickedness by tonight! "Fine," Hermione relented as she attached herself to the smaller cauldron, "Just don't make a mess and please, for the love of Morgana, don't break my cauldron."
"Lucifer's honor!" Draco shooed her out and shut the door before smiling evilly, "Now, my precious... you and I are all alone..." He then proceeded to the port key he convenient created and stepped into the Malfoy barn, "Sally..." He cooed as a drunken cow wobbled over to him, "Milk from drunken animals..." He laughed, "No one would ever guess!" He then proceeded to milk Sally, singing his favorite muggle tune of Enya - Only Time.
Arthur's Notes
There you have it. Draco's "precious". I get to keep my bag of cookies! Yay! It's chocolate chippy! Homemade. Nummy!