I've made it… uhm… WE made it - me and my beta! Thanks shyngr8!
Here it is – my newest chapter: Prowler :-)
Disclaimer: Nope not mine – not even Lucius even though I want him badly :-(
Disclaimer: Aw – this time the lyric belongs to Iron Maiden, they are the gods of heavy metal; you did know that – right? This song is called; prowler and where on their first album. You know the one where Paul Di'Anno where around as their vocalist… you didn't know that? Ah well – never mind!
Please enjoy this one :-)
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"Lemon drops?"
Prowler
Walking through the city, looking oh so pretty,
I've just got to find my way.
See the ladies flashing. All there legs and lashes.
I've just got to find my way.
Oh he remembered these corridors. He remembered the cold air, the moist smell of water on the walls. He remembered and loved it, loved the feeling of darkness, solitude and fear. Maybe something went terribly wrong in his childhood because his hunger for power, money and fear where insatiable… to be the one whom was feared was so sweet, so satisfying – his wicked mind appreciated the abusive power and the adrenaline that kicked through his veins when he saw fear in someone's eyes.
It was ironic actually, he, the dark lord's second in command, had made it out of Azkaban and succeeded to keep his high positions in the ministry. That old fool Fudge did actually just have fudge in his so-called-brain – the only thing it took for Lucius was some well placed money in the ministry's empty vaults, and some skilful small talks with Fudge.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard footsteps… light ones; probably a female or a young kid. Who could it be at this time of night? A prefect perhaps? His own son had just left for his patrol duties on the second floor, curious, he stopped in the shadow, not wishing to make his presence known just yet.
Whoever it was at the end of the corridor must have heard him because the black corridor went dead silent. Lucius spotted a pair of well-shaped legs, white socks and a uniform skirt – well it was a girl then. She stood there, wand in hand, and face hidden in darkness. He waited for her to make a move and finally she did, she spun on her heel and Lucius got an eyeful of brown curly hair.
He knew her – Hermione bloody Granger, famous sidekick to the bloody, fucking boy who apparently didn't want to die any time soon. But my, my, my… she'd grown since he last saw her. Her hips swept back and forth in an almost attractive way.
Well you see me crawling through the bushes with it open wide.
What you seeing girl?
Can't you believe that feeling, can't you believe it,
Can't you believe your eyes?
It's the real thing girl.
"Miss Granger? Fancy meeting you here… all alone" he drawled in a bored tone, the girl spun around, her face wild and those delicate brown eyes open wide in fear. Lucius felt the adrenaline in his veins, and that well known and stormy feeling of power rushed through his brain.
Her wand was raised against him he noticed but didn't actually give a damn about that, she couldn't curse or kill him here – if she ever where capable of killing in cold blood.
He smirked down at her; she'd definitely made some healthy filling out, her figure was pure womanhood, her lips red and her eyes brown like chocolate. She wasn't a beauty like Lucius' dead wife, Narcissa, had been, but her innocent looks and that wild, brown and messy hair gave her a cute, almost adorable look – Lucius smiled a wicked smile.
"You bastard." She hissed and threw him a dirty look.
"My, my, my… such language, Granger, don't they teach you any manners in this school anymore?"
"What do you want?" She spat out, her brown eyes were burning with anger. Lucius merely chuckled and threw her an amused stare.
"Me? Well, Granger, not that it's any of your business, but I merely came to visit my son" Lucius measured her with his gaze and he saw how she twitched under its weight.
"You should be behind bars for all that I care, you evil creature!"
'Well, well, well' – she's almost yelling now Lucius thought amused as the witch spat hateful words against him, this was entertaining indeed – but it's just anger… Lucius wanted the fear he knew she'd buried deep down inside.
"You're forgetting your place mudblood." He purred and came closer, so close that her wand was directed at his throat – he smiled wickedly as her eyes reflected a flash of fear.
"Don't you dare call me that" She said and touched his throat with her wand.
"What will you do my pretty little mudblood? Curse me? Kill me? Go on then, do it…" Lucius drawled in his usual, bored tone, the girl before him didn't move an inch: "Or are you too noble for that kind of work, or too kind? Or maybe you're just too pure at heart, hm?"
In a flash he had her wand arm in a tight grip, he twisted and with a yelp she'd let go of her only weapon, it fell with a clatter to the ground. His other hand took a steady hold of her other arm and then he pined her against the wall – she found herself caught between the solid stone and his chest.
"Don't touch me, Mr. Malfoy! I'll scream. You'll regret this!" She hissed through clenched teeth, sweat and fear mixed with confusion and anger flashed in her eyes – Lucius could feel the power in the air, he laughed nastily and said with a velvet voice:
"And who will rescue you my little lioness? Some noble Slytherin perhaps? Or do you plan to scream until you'll wake the sleeping Gryffindors, far, far, far away in that tower of yours."
She stared at him and his lips twitched upwards, that anger was gone, just fear, sweet fear was in its place. He could feel her rushed heart, he could hear her bothered swallowing and he could smell the sweet scent of her breath as it came in irregular puffs.
"Oh no my little one – it's just you and me here… alone in the darkness, you aren't afraid of the darkness are you?"
"You'll regret this, Malfoy, you'll never get away with this – they'll find me and you'll rot away in Azkaban where you belong!"
He laughed, very well aware of the fact that it was a lifeless laugh, cold and cruel, she thought that he would kill her. Stupid Gryffindors and their strange longing to be a martyr and die the heroic death, he wouldn't kill her, not even hurt her… badly. He'd just made a very important decision.
"Oh but little one I'm not going to kill you. You see, I have thought of a better use for you and I'll need you in a living state."
He moved forward and buried his nose in her thick and curly hair. Her scent was like a drug to him, the smell of an innocent child, the smell of strawberries and flowers. She shuddered under him, not aware of what his next step might be. He chuckled deep down in his throat.
"My little one – you have no idea how helpful you've been in a very hard decision." He breathed in her ear, she struggled under him, trying to break free… and he let her.
She sprinted towards the stairs and he watched her escape with an amused look upon his face as he called after her:
"See you around, miss Granger."
Got me feeling myself and reeling around,
Got me talking but feel like walking around.
Got me feeling myself and reeling a...
Got me talking but nothing's with me...
Got me feeling myself and reeling around.