Author's Note...Thank you mitchicul...I'm really glad you like it and it isn't confusing or anything..I tend to drift sometimes..but thats why I have someone read it over before I post..But anywho..I'm not usually soo..I don't know diligent on stories..But well this one I just keep writing and writing and writing...I'm way ahead then I ever planned to be..and well hope you like this chapter as the last two...Whew..Sorry to talk ya ear off..thank you! Keri Sue
Chapter 3…
She woke to a pitch-black room, terror paralyzed her to the bed. The feel of cool silk lying against her skin penetrated through her haze. She stretched, her moment of terror erased, blankets slid down her sleep warmed body. A door opened, light spilled in framing a tall lanky body. A halo surrounded pale blond hair, making him seem heavenly. He strolled into the room, his steps lazy, a trademark smirk lingering on his face. He sat on the bed, his gray eyes sleepy.
Concern, exhaustion, and lust all combined rushed in. She looked down at the blankets, trying to control her emotions. Once she concentrated and built her wall brick by brick, she looked back up. His gray eyes still sleepy but serious, looked at her intently. She sat up pushing her back against the center of the intricate headboard. His eyes flared, turning to molten steel. He scouted his lanky body further on the covers, closer to her warm body. Her brown eyes wide, she watched as the muscles on his torso tensed as he moved closer. When she looked back up, he had a predatory smile on his lips.
"Where am I?" she asked breathlessly…
Desdemona groaned inside her head…great! I'm acting like a whore! God what he must think of me…
"You're in the Head Boy's room." He arrogantly replied, his voice low.
Her lips twitched, "and who pray tell is the head boy?"
He inched closer and lowered his head so they were eye to eye, dark brown to turbulent gray. His upper body radiating heat, making her flush. His put his hands on either side of her body trapping her against the headboard, he leaned forward, his warm breath fanning her flushed cheek.
"Me…"He whispered wickedly.
She started to say that he was nice for letting her sleep in his bed, but he cut her off with his mouth. He slid his tongue in possessively, wrapping his arms around her small body pulling her towards him. Her body heated, and she wiggled against his bare chest, he groaned at the feel of her nightgown rubbing against his overheated flesh. He broke the kiss, and stared down at her, her eyes were unfocused, her lips red and swollen, her cheeks becomingly flushed. He faintly smiled and placed a chaste kiss on her lips, then got up to go take a shower…A cold one.
He stopped at the door leading to the bathroom and looked back at her. She had a disgruntled expression on her face and her arms were folded across her chest, making her green nightgown tight against her breasts. He opened the door silently then shut it behind him with soft click.
What a kiss! No ones ever made me feel like that before! Desdemona thought to herself. Dammit! He just leaves without saying a word!
Desdemona fluffed a pillow then laid her head down on it, she turned on her stomach, her hair falling into her eyes obscuring her view of the dark room. After a few moments, her lids got heavy then she drifted off thinking of a certain blond head boy.
Draco walked into the dark room, a dark green towel around his waist. Water dripped off his hair, then made a trail down his chest. He looked at the queen sized canopy bed, and saw Desdemona asleep on the edge of the bed. He shook his head, she has a queen-sized bed to sleep on and she falls asleep on the edge almost falling off. He walked to his armoire, and pulled out a pair of black cotton boxers. He rubbed his hair till it was damp. He dropped the wet towel on the stone floor, and padded over the bed. He lifted the covers and slid in, when he was about in the center of the bed he reached over on the other side and gently pulled Desdemona into his arms. He nestled his head in the crook of her neck, her hair feathering his cheek. He closed his eyes, exhaustion over taking his senses.
Somewhere else…
"YOU WHAT!" a cold voice whispered ominous.
The three men trembled with fear and cold, their heads lowered deferentially, the voices meek. They all but groveled on their hands and knees, begging forgiveness for their stupidity. The man paced back in forth in front of them, his power emanating from his body. He stooped down in front of his most terrified follower.
He raised a hand, and lifted the followers chin. Dung brown eyes flared with terror as he tried unsuccessfully to meet his lord's red demon eyes. He stuttered, spittle flying and spraying the man's face. His red demon eyes flared with rage, a rage so immense you could almost feel the fires of hell with that glance. He flung his follower aside and pulled out his wand, pointing it at the follower.
"Crucio!" His cold voice shouted.
The follower howled in agony, and writhed on the ground. The other two trembled and one pissed, he was so frightened. The smell of urine invaded the air, and mixed with the scent of fresh blood.
"Who am I!" the evil man screamed
"Voldermort, m'lord. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, my lord. The all powerful wizard my lord, the one destined to rule the world, my lord." A smooth voice said humbly.
Voldermort calmed down, the man on the ground dead, the other two trembling, still terrified. He pointed a long bony hand towards the man on the ground, his body distorted from the convulsions.
"This will happen to you if she is not found." He intoned, then waved a hand dismissing them. They fled in terror, steps rushed, faces white, sweat glistening on their foreheads. The man standing to the side of the room strolled up, his long pale blond hair tied back, his blue eyes ice. He bowed lowly to his master, then preceded to report all that has been happening.
"Has the visitor arrived yet?" Voldermort asked after Lucius was done with the reports.
"Yes my lord, do you want the guest brought in now?" Lucius asked
Voldermort nodded his head regally, and sat in his high-backed chair, like a king would his throne. His red eyes staring intently at the doorway, waiting for this "guest" to appear. Lucius walked in, arrogance screamed in every step he took, the quest behind him. Voldermort raised his hand, and made a shooing motion, dismissing Lucius so he and his "guest" could be alone.
The Guest approached, a black cloak covering anything distinguishable. As he neared Voldermort tried to pear underneath the black hood, to see the face of this unknown person, all he encountered was a black mask. He waved his hand and another chair appeared, the guest sat down, and looked straight at Voldermort waiting for him to begin this meeting.
"We have encountered some difficulties," Voldermort said smoothly.
"What difficulties?" the guest asked perturbed.
Voldermort fought the urge to shift in his seat, whoever this person was they had an uncanny knack of making him squirm. Hatred filled him, he would kill this person the minute he got his information.
"My inept followers have misplaced the girl for now," he explained.
The Guest shot to their feet, hands clenching and unclenching. "you do realize that if I don't have that girl in my grasp, I won't be telling you Harry Potters Location." The guest said calmly.
Voldermort narrowed his red eyes, He wanted Harry's location very much, he wanted to kill that little whelp, so the rest of the world would fall in line, then he could rid it of all the muggles, and mudbloods. He nodded his head sharply and watched as the guest gave him a nod and swiftly left the building. Raged built up and he howled for a sacrifice to whet his anger on. The minute Harry's location was divulged he would enjoy torturing that damn person.
