A/N: Well, I'm finally back. Damned holidays. Anyfloo, on with it. To the last vampire, thank you for reviewing. I'm really glad that you like where I'm going with this, but there are a few twists coming. Mwahahahahahahaha. You'll see. rubs hands together sinisterally
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Olivia stepped out of the bath, and dried slowly with a fluffy towel. She then walked into her bedroom. A knock came at her door, just as she was sitting at her vanity, which was already whispering its adoring comments.
"Come in," she said loudly, and the door opened. Draco sauntered in, looking tired and disheveled. She laughed, and said, "Wake up late?"
He snarled, "Yes. Shove over so I can fix my hair." He walked over and pushed in front of her, to the mirror's dismay.
She sighed, and asked, frustrated, "Why couldn't you do this in your room?"
Draco said, heatedly, "Because my blasted father drug me out of bed and told me to get my ass down here and give you your lessons. And anything else that might 'come up.' He's so witty." He rolled his eyes.
Olivia snickered and said, "So, little mister prissy, are you ready, yet?" Draco sneered, patting his perfect hair, to make sure that it was in place. He then moved out of her way, and sat in one of her cushy chairs. She turned back to her mirror, which had taken up its string of compliments again.
She opened pots of potions, and began slathering them on her face and hair. Her hair gleamed, and shrank into soft ringlets. Her skin glowed with a dewy sheen. Satisfied, she turned and stood. She opened her robe and let it fall to the floor. Draco stared at her body, unaffected.
It always bothered her when her body went unnoticed. She walked slowly over to him, hips swaying seductivly, and said, "Maybe they can tell if we're not really trying. My father has found out things that I didn't think he could."
Draco said in a bored tone, "How could they tell if we fuck or not?" Olivia wet her lips with the tip of her tounge, adding more force to her seduction. She was really getting angry that he refused to aknowledge her beauty. She said, lowering her voice to a husky, butterscotch tone, "I don't know, but maybe we should keep doing it just in case."
Draco said, in a malicious tone, "Already getting desperate? I guess you can't go with out sex, can you? I know you must be aching after turning down my father this morning." She had finally reached him, and she straddled his lap, and began toying with the buttons on his shirt. She said, "Maybe I am."
He laughed and pushed her off of him, but not before she felt his body react, his member stiffening. He said, with almost too much conviction, "I'm never doing that again, Olivia. I hate you." She smirked, and looked pointedly at his bulging crotch while saying, "Your pants seem to disagree, Draco."
She turned, satisfied. She didn't really want to sleep with him, she only wanted to know that he wanted to. She had enjoyed sleeping with him, but it wasn't half as good as with Lucius. She stopped, and realized that Draco'd been right. It was going to be hard to go with out sex, since she wasn't supposed to be doing it with Lucius anymore.
She became angry again, at that thought, and walked over to her wardrobe and removed a set of red robes, and put them on. She turned and said to Draco, who had stood, and was sneering at her, "Sit down at the damned desk, so we can this over with."
Amusement lit Draco's eyes, as he said, "Oh, so you changed your mind? Don't want to screw me again?" She glared at him and stomped over to the desk and plopped heavily down in one of the chairs. Draco followed her, smirking.
He sat, and they began their lesson. It was uncomfortable, as all of their lessons had been. They made constant verbal jabs at eachother, both determined to have the last word. When the lesson came to an end, and it was time for lunch, Olivia pushed herself back from the desk, and sighed, relieved that they would be apart.
Draco stood, piled his books, and said, "I'll just leave these here for you to look at." Then he turned to leave, when the door opened. Lucius walked into the room, and said, "Well, well, well, the lesson over so soon?"
Draco sneered, and said, voice full of loathing, "Yes. You can have at her now, father." Draco threw a laughing glance over his shoulder at Olivia, taunting her. His eyes seemed to say, "Don't forget, you can't fuck him."
Olivia narrowed her eyes at him furiously, and pushed him out the door. Lucius stepped in front of her as soon as she turned from closing the door, and his arm slid around her waist. He pulled her to him, and leaned down to kiss her.
Fire spread through her loins, as his tounge snaked through her mouth. She felt his hands sliding down her torso to her hips, then tugging her hips foreward to meet his. His erect member pushed against her, and she could feel it pulsating.
Her hands, as of their own accord, travelled up his body, to tangle her fingers in his long, thick blonde hair. Just then, the look Draco'd given her on his way out popped in her head. She pulled back, annoyed. Lucius frowned at her.
"What's the bloody hell is wrong, now," he asked, temper flaring. Lucius was a man with needs, strong needs. Olivia sighed, and said, "I just ...." Then a thought came to her. Draco had only said that she couldn't have sex with Lucius. He didn't ban anything else.
Olivia's lips curled into a smile, as she said, "I just want to take care of your needs today." She pushed him over to the bed, and he sat, grinning. She pushed him back to a laying position. She crawled on top of him, and began kissing him, all the while pulling off his robes.
When he was deliciously naked, and her robe had been opened, she slid down to sit between his legs. She smiled playfully up at him and lowered her mouth slowly to his groin, tucking her hair behind her ear, so that her could have a clear view. She took him in her mouth. Lucius groaned with pleasure.
Inwardly, Olivia laughed in triumph. Draco couldn't say he forbade this.
Draco walked slowly from his room to the dining hall, ready for lunch. He was grouchy still from lack of sleep. He made it to the dining room to find it empty. The family didn't take luncheon together, they all ate whenever they felt like coming down. He walked languidly over to the sideboards, and lifted a dome over a serving plate to see what there was to eat.
Taking a plate he loaded it with food. Just as he was sitting to eat, two things happened. Lucius walked in, and Draco's owl, Artemis, tapped at the window, flapping very hard to stay aloft, as it was laden with letters.
Lucius stared suspiciously as Draco rushed to open the window. Lucius asked, "Who in merlin's name are all those letters from?"
Draco thought quickly and said, "My mates at Hogwarts. I am rather popular, you know." He sneered superiorily. Lucius accepted this. Draco sat, putting the letters on his lap under the table.
Lucius glanced over from the sideboard, where he was making a plate for himself and drawled, "Aren't you going to open them?" Draco's mind raced, and he spit out, "No, they're from some girls. I'd rather open them in private. I think there's a howler here."
Lucius laughed and said, "Ah, got my way with the ladies, then? I hope that you aren't serious about any of them. Is that why you're so reluctant to bed Olivia?" He sneered.
Draco said, hotly, "No, that's because you've already been at her. I don't like them loose." Lucius laughed loudly and said, "Too bad, son. I know you didn't do her today. I expect you to do it by nightfall, at least once. I have ways of knowing." He looked at Draco sinisterally.
Draco scowled, and said, "Damn it." The meal was finished in silence. Draco left the room, and hurried up to Olivia's suite. He threw the door open, to see her laying on the bed, asleep.
He paused. For once she looked so innocent, angelic. Her dark lips were parted, and full, her black lashes lay luxuriantly on her cheeks. Her porceline skin had a rosy glow. He wrinkled his brow, taken aback by how affected he was by her beauty.
He walked to the bed, and sat next to her. He gently shook her shoulder, leaning over her to whisper, face close to hers, "Olivia. Wake up." Her eyelids fluttered, and she moaned softly.
Still half asleep, she raised her hand to pull his face to hers, and kissed him deeply. Startled, he pulled back. Her eyes opened, and she frowned, and said, "Draco? What are you doing here? Did I just kiss you?"
Draco said, "Yeah. We've gotten some letters back." Olivia sat up and stretched, her long limbs uncurling gracefully. Draco turned to sit next to her, their backs propped against her headboard. They each took a few letters, and began opening them.
They read all the letters. When the last had been folded, and put back in its envelope, they turned to eachother, and Draco said, "Well, the plans are set. Next Thursday we all meet in the secret spot, and then we apparate to your father's hide out. I'm assuming you know where it is?"
Olivia nodded and said, "Of course. Then we'll take him down. He is quite alone, and as you've seen, over half of his followers have joined with me." A malevolent smile spread across her face and she stared off, picturing the scene and said, "I want to be the one to kill him. I'll preform the avada kedavra."
Draco's brow wrinkled. He'd caught glimpses of a slight maniac gleam in her eyes of late. Not that he was worried about her. It just might put a hitch in the plans. She came out of her reverie, and looked at him, shaking her head.
He said, remembering, "Oh, yeah. Also, my dad knows we didn't have sex this moring. He says he will know. We're ordered to fuck at least once by night fall." Olivia ran her eyes down his body and back up to meet his, and said, "I wouldn't mind that. Since you deprived me of my lover, you'll have to take his place."
Inwardly, she shook herself. Had she just said that? She hated Draco!
Draco looked at her incredulously. He laughed and said, "It's not really a turn on to tell a guy that he's got to nail you in his father's place, Olivia." She laughed with him, and said, "Well, I'm kind of out of it today. I haven't had sex once yet." She leaned in, eyelids drooping seductivly, and said, "I need it, Draco."
Draco's heart began to pound, and he felt himself begin to grow hard. She leaned in for a kiss, and he was a goner. They tumbled back onto the bed, clothes being torn off in their haste to join together their bodies.
Lucius smiled to himslef in his study. He knew they'd end up doing it. That little tart had a way of making guys need her. He dipped his quill in an inkpot, and continued his letter. It was to Voldemort. Telling him of Draco and Olivia's plans.
A/N: Well, there's another update for everyone to ignore, save for my faithful reviewers, Olivia the first, and The last vampire. Love to you guys, and anyone else who happens to REVIEW!