Swept Into The Wind
By: chocolateswirl88
Chapter Eleven: Scuffed Boots
A/N: It was asked if the Karate masters jumped out of the screen accidently or deliberately. It was Accidently. Riley hadn't known they were going to do it, considering her eyes went wide when they did it. ;)
It was a long two weeks for Riley. The vampires were able to learn fairly quickly with a lot of practise at hand. Some subjects became excrutiating to teach due to her complaining muscles that she never had time to sit back and heal. Thankfully she wore all black when she taught, none of the vampires could see the bruises that they had accidently inflicted upon her.
The last day finally came when the last review took place. Thanking the Lord that they had learned everything to perfection (with a little more practise to do), Riley was able to sit down for the first time in two weeks before two o-clock in the afternoon.
Outside, the sun was shining brightly, making the day absolutely beautiful. It was a typical summers day. The typical day that Riley seemed to love best, and today, she couldn't apretiate it more. Wincing, she brought her legs to rest on top of her mohagany desk located in her room. With the snap of her fingers, a nice, tall glass of pink limonade appeared before her. She sighed with as much contemptment as she could.
After deciding that her bruises could finally be healed, another snap of her fingers and the discoloration of the skin went away, leaving it perfectly new. Her sore muscles eased away the pain, feeling as good as new. Riley grinned. There was nothing like a little Faerie cheating to make the aches and pains go away. A swift knock at the door derived her attention from her boots. Draco Malfoy stuck his head into the room.
"Can I help you?" Riley asked with cool casualty. The blonde slowly eased himself into the room, leaving the door open. Privacy technically wasn't an issue unless it could be destructive. Riley studdied his face. He seemd rather bothored. "You might want to sit Draco, you look a little peaky." The blonde rolled his eyes. Riley grinned.
"Excellent work with the others." He said. She could hear the tone of his voice, he wanted something. Riley's brow furrowed, a few new wrinkles had appeared since she started training the blood-suckers. Finally his nerves got the better of him and he sat, clasping his hands over the desk. "But I must has one final favor." She noted the slight blush creeping on his cheeks, the way he leaned into her desk, and the way his eyes gleamed. Riley couldn't stop herself, she groaned in annoyance.
"Draco, I'm not going to sleep with you." The blonde looked slightly miffed. "I came here to train your lot and go home. I didn't sign any contract saying that I had to have sex with you before I leave. If you want anything, I think you should go find a willing vampire. Plus, chances are, if I were to get pregnate, I'd be executed by the Faerie counsil for having pro-created with another race other than Faerie and human. You're out of luck." The blonde raised an eyebrow, curious.
"You see very in with this Faerie counsil." He sat up straighter and leaned forward more. The blasted vampire was going to try and pry.
"I'm apart of the counsil. Of course I'm aware of what is going on. You can't be a high offical and not know what's happening within or out of our world. Tell me, do you think you can get me to spill my secrets?" Draco quirked an eyebrow.
"So you are hiding something."
"Duh, I'm a Faerie. The total truth would devistate you. That, or drive you absolutely mad. Take your pick." Sarcasm laced her voice, driping from every word she spoke. Draco grinned, he liked that about her.
"Secrets shouldn't be kept between comrades." He said finally, thinking he had her stumped.
"Comrades don't pester so much when they know their 'friend' isn't going to talk at any given moment in time. You're wasting your time Draco. I suggest you give up." She took another sip of her limonade, grinning. "Besides, what makes you think a girl in black has something to tell?"
"It's rare to find a girl with purple eyes and pure white hair. She's bound to be full of secrets and stories that the common man yearns to learn. Tell me your spell." Riley snorted, nearly blowing her drink from her nose.
"What the hell do you want besides sex and to know more about me?" Sighing the blonde man slumped into his chair, admitting defeat. With her feet still proped on the table, Riley tossed him a chocolatechip cookie. He gave a questioning look. "Oh eat the damn thing. Your servants made em for me." Convinced of this, he took a large bite, chewing thoughtfully as he studdied the girl.
"What time do you wish to leave tomorrow?" He asked, licking his fingers one by one, trying to seduce Riley. He could tell it was working, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Every Faerie has the same feelings a human does. For her being a girl, it didn't take much to rouse her. Draco never had any trouble with women.
"As early as a start as I can. I'm heading back to Hogwarts generally on my own and teleporting onto the moving train about midnoon if I can help it. And stop it, I said you weren't getting any sex. Making an arse of yourself won't get you any either." Draco grinned. He could tell she was breaking. "Oliver wouldn't apretiate your tatics."
The grin on her face scared the bejesus out of him. He knew well of Oliver Wood. The boy was a quidditch crazed keeper and captian of the Gryffindor team. He was the best that Hogwarts ever had in keeper positions. Apparently, he had gone through a major change and no longer seemed the obsessed maniac as he was at Hogwarts, but now a 'glorious artist' according to Riley. The two had met on the ferry ride from France and things seemed to click. After their first date they had become and item. Oliver hadn't visited, but had come to call through the fireplace a few times.
It was also known that Oliver Wood worked out the muggle way. Lifting weights, jogging, and what not, keeping his manly physique to the best possible. It probably would be for the best if he didn't mess with Wood's girlfriend. From what it seemed, he was very protective of her.
"All along I thought I'd get at least a little foreplay, but I guess I need to find a new way."
"Find yourself a bloody vampire biotch." Riley drank more of her limonade, examining her boots again. She saw a brown scuff on the black leather. "Ah, they're scuffed again." Draco looked at her boots, seeing absolutely nothing wrong with em. He decided that he didn't want to know.
"Alright, seeing I can't get anything out of you, I'll make sure you get an early start tomorrow. Say, sixish?" Riley didn't look up.
"Four." She said, still messing with her boot, licking her thumb and running it over the apparent mark.
"FOUR? You want to get up at that un-Holy hour! You're bloody insane!" Riley grinned, finally looking up.
"You learn something new everyday." The smile truly scared Draco. He swallowed, nodded, and left the room fairly quickly. The rushed footsteps down the hall told Riley that he was running, and as fast as he could too. Riley began laughing.
