Chapter Nine: Midnight Rendezvous of the Unsuspected
shortish chapter i know sorry! leaving in 2 seconds lol! enjoy!
She waited silently in the dark for a response of some sort. But nothing came.
"Malfoy?" she repeated, this time more urgently.
"S-sorry?"
Hermione stared harder trying to distinguish the figure before her.
"Hadrian?" she gasped lightly as her eyes widened in shock.
He carefully shut the door behind him and nodded, unsure of whether she could see his actions or not.
"Yes, Princess. I'm sorry to have startled you." He said softly.
The princess tensed the slightest bit. Ever since the fateful kiss by the lake she'd tried to avoid any sort of confrontation with him. She merely couldn't face him after her reaction towards the incident. Shifting her position, she drew her robes around her body tighter. Beneath, she wore naught but her skin.
"It-it's okay…what…why are you here?" she asked edging closer to him. He stared out into the night with a vacant expression, in a way trying to tell her something; but what she knew not of.
Then slowly as if she'd been struck by lightening, realization dawned upon her. Yet again, not for the first time, she smacked her head gently with the palm of her hand.
"You're the one who's been sending me lilies?" she exclaimed foolishly.
Still lingering awkwardly by the door way, he nodded mutely.
Hermione could barely make out his faintly silhouetted figure from the dim glimmer of the moonlight that had suddenly come into view.
"Why?" she asked sincerely puzzled as to why a boy would be sending her flowers.
Hadrian gulped audibly, and absentmindedly fingered the door frame in deep thought.
Several tense moments passed by as he contemplated his answer. "Because…" He paused fleetingly and decided to change his direction. "Do you believe in love at first site princess?"
She was taken back by his unexpected query. But the question was legitimate; therefore she responded quite frankly, "No. I don't."
The prince nodded understandingly before he continued.
"I do." He whispered breathlessly.
Hermione didn't exactly know what to say to that, hence her feeble reply, "Oh…"
He sidled closer towards her. She found it peculiar as to how Draco had stood in his same place just weeks before; but he seemed not to hold any of the platinum haired boy's alluring, charismatic aura. In place of it, she felt an unsettling, chilly sensation. It set her senses on defense.
"I didn't believe in it at first. It merely seemed a silly fabrication of romantics. But that all changed the moment I laid my eyes upon you…Hermione." He breathed her name as if it were a breath of air.
The princess was lost for words at his reply. This was certainly a first seeing as she always knew what to say.
Doing what she did best, she simply asked the infamous question, "Why?"
What on heaven and earth had just happened? Did he just declare his love for her? It seemed he had just done so….and quite blatantly too. It was rather unnerving the way he gazed into her, thoroughly searching her mind, body and soul. Her eyes slowly met his as he brought a hand up to her jaw and leveled her eyes with his own. She was immediately captivated by his sharp ocean-blue eyes. It seemed she could do nothing more than sink deeper and deeper into the depths of his unparalleled gaze. Albeit it may not have been of her own accord, she couldn't help but be drawn to him. Ever so gently, his lips grazed her own in a seductive manner before moving down her jaw line and across her collar bone in light butterfly kisses. Hermione shivered ever so slightly at the tingling sensation that befell her. It felt so right…yet at the exact same time….so wrong. Horribly wrong…but so …good. Her senses became dazed and she fell limp into his awaiting arms. His eyes began to gleam disturbingly as he caught her in an awkward embrace. He moved his icy lips back up the nape of her neck back to it's origin. Her tender, rose-colored, awaiting lips. The pathetic, corruptible defenses she'd put up crumbled effortlessly like Longbottom under pressure. Inwardly she cursed herself for being so easily enamored but complied willingly to his enticing, lustful kisses. They were deep, passionate, almost desperate kisses. There were no traces of the expected fireworks emitting from the adjoining of the two. Why? Because. It was wrong. But nonetheless- she couldn't draw herself away from him. Her eyes never left his throughout the night. It was his eyes. They captured her whole. Holding her hostage to him. She moaned softly as she felt his tongue sweep her lower lip. It became too much for her to handle. Forcefully, she closed her eyes, unwillingly evading his. The moment she did, she felt the alluring ties become severed and just then felt how cold and hard his lips really were.
Hermione drew back breathlessly, and thrust her body back away from the boy. Clutching her cover, she idly ran her tongue over her lips. The taste of him was still fresh upon them.
Hadrian stared at her fixedly, struggling to understand why she'd drawn away yet again.
She swallowed hard, searching for something to say.
"It-it's late. I-should-should go to sleep." She stammered, slinking beneath her sheets.
He nodded slowly and crawled obligingly off her bed.
"Good night fair princess." He whispered as she feigned sleep.
Ever so gently, he placed his lips upon her cheek once more and stepped silently out the door.
Hours into the morning, she awoke; shivers crept incessantly across her body, causing her blood to run cold and her breaths to become sharp. It was then when she finally realized.
He never answered her question.
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She was asleep.
Perfect.
Soundlessly, he crept past her bed. He was inches away from the door when he felt a hand shoot out and grasp him tightly.
"Who are you?" the voice demanded.
Draco tensed. The voice was definitely not Granger's.
Shit
Nice going dumbass hope you didn't grow too attached to that head of yours…
"Dr-A-Adonis." He whispered nervously.
The grasp of the girl loosened upon his arm, but she still held it for fear of him escaping.
"What are you doing here?" she questioned further.
What could he tell her? Certainly not the truth. He was not about to tell her he was spying on his own mother. It even sounded wrong in his head. What could he tell her if not the truth?
He racked his brain for a plausible answer.
Come on….don't abandon me now…
Shutting himself tightly, he attempted to will himself to vanish from this horrid situation.
"I…got lost?" he said not sounding the least bit convincing to either himself or the girl.
She released his arm and began to giggle. Anyone who came up with such a stupid excuse couldn't possibly be any danger to her!
Withdrawing his arm, he stepped back a few paces trying to make out the girl's identity.
"That's absolutely ludicrous you realize that right? Getting lost….through my window…?" she chortled.
Draco grinned faintly as her laughter reached his ears. It seemed to be filled with mirth; but at the same time, it was hollow.
How strange…
He squinted his silver-gray eyes in an attempt to distinguish her.
"Thaleia?" he whispered questioningly.
"Yes?" she responded.
Draco stared, "Oh."
Feeling discomforted, he made to leave. But she stopped him yet again.
"Wait. Sit. Stay. Talk with me." She commanded rather forcefully.
The Slytherin looked at her in surprised but obligingly complied to her wishes. She patted the empty space beside her. Draco obeyed without a moments delay.
She suddenly leapt from her bed and gracefully bounded towards the windows, drawing the curtains open to let in the faint, glowing light of the moon. The moonlight caressed her body full. His eyes grazed her every curve, he deemed her to be flawless. Her lengthy, obsidian coloured hair shimmered even in the darkness of the night.
Captivated by the girl's alluring aura, he edged himself closer to her as she seated herself upon the bed. Curling her legs neatly under her, she smoothed out her white satin nightgown and turned to Draco with rapt attention.
He was taken back by her unknown intentions with him. What did she want? This was certainly a strange situation.
"Um…" Draco lowered his head and began to play with his fingers. He didn't know what to do.
With one swift move, the dark haired maiden swept his chin up to level their eyes. She gazed into his silvery orbs with her electrifying cobalt blues. Draco found her beauty incomparable at the moment. She was absolutely beautiful. Maybe even more so than Granger. Before he could even begin to stop himself, he found his lips nearing hers inching closer and closer, till they met. Her lips were soft but he found no taste upon her lips. Not sugar, not oranges, not even dinner. It was a mild disappointment to him, but he couldn't pull away from her as she leaned in and reciprocated his actions with more passion than he'd ever experienced. Her hands traveled down to his shirt. She was rapidly unbuttoning it. He felt her push herself onto him, toppling him over upon the bed. This was nothing like he'd ever expected. He was stunned by her actions; but only for a moment for his senses became lost during the whole of the event. Losing control of himself, he let her take him. Finding she was never gentle, but consistently demanding. Almost needy. She ran her hands sensually across his bare skin making him shiver at her touch. By now, he was lost in the heat of the passion but very alert to where this was going.
He stopped before he lost complete control.
Reluctantly, he broke away from her lustful kisses and her sensual touches.
"No. I can't do this." He breathed heavily. The dark maiden slumped back upon the bed feeling put out.
"Why?" she questioned, her voice was edged with a lace of disappointment and anger.
"Because" was his simple reply. "I can't. Please understand."
Draco hastily picked up his shirt and headed for the door into the castle still eager to find out where his mother had gone.
"Good night my love" he whispered softly, and exited promptly before he could get a chance to look back.
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He ran along the corridors of the castle, oblivious to where he might have been going. At this point, he wasn't sure if he wanted to find out where the Contessa had gone to.
As he ran, he came upon a door from which he heard loud and very unladylike sobbing. He dared a peek into the door and found the Queen upon a gold plated bed, wailing loudly and clutching her stomach screaming "Why? Why?" between every other sob.
Startled by the scene, he crept on along the hallway, twist and turning. At long last, he fell upon a large pair double doors that bore the letter T on it. He assumed it was the kings. Within, he heard disturbing groans and moans that obviously meant there were lovers within. He slowly crept away, not wanting to soil what was left of the sanctity of his innocence.
But wait.
A sudden thought struck him.
If the queen was in the other room. Crying.
Curious, he edged towards the door. He was horrified by the voice he heard within.
It was none other than;
The Contessa.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LOL spent all morning writing that sorry if it kinda sux but yea, wanted to get it up! Bye for a week then! Hope you all enjoyed it!
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