Yet again, Lucius, Hogwarts and others that you recognize are JK Rowling's. I'm just using them to fulfill my own little mental fantasies.
Chapter One
Tempest Lestrange sat bold upright in bed, shedding green and silver silk sheets everywhere. She wiped her forehead and quietly went into the bathroom. It wasn't quite dawn, but she knew she couldn't go back to sleep.
The icy water settled the sixth year's nerves slightly. She sighed and let the water fill her every sense.
It wasn't often that she let her awareness have a full vacation. It wasn't something that was advised for anyone raised in this time. You always had to be alert for the Dark Lord.
Forty-five minutes later, Tempest walked into the Slytherin common room dressed in her school robes. She picked up the little bit of homework that she hadn't finished the night before. Professor Solendri was more tolerant of late work within his house, but he didn't like it whatever anyone else said.
She didn't look up at the sock padded footsteps coming from the boys' stair. There were only two boys who would be awake this early.
A pale, long fingered hand squeezed her shoulder lightly and she looked up into the silver, impassive eyes of Lucius Malfoy.
Her black eyebrow rose ever so slightly.
His lips curled into a sneer and he raised a blonde brow.
That was code for: I need to talk to you.
When, where?
At the lake, during breakfast.
She nodded slightly and he let go and went to his seat on the other side of the fire, bringing out his unfinished work as other people sifted slowly out of the dorms to finish their own work or talk.
Keeping one eye on the other kids and one on her work, she watched Regulus, Severus, Narcissa and Bellatrix arrange themselves casually around Lucius. Andromeda Black and Tempest's twin brother Rudolphus sat in chairs around her. All of them were as close as you could get in Slytherin, but all had their preferences in the mornings. Being the golden children of Slytherin had advantages and disadvantages, but then so did everything else.
One thing it meant, the groups revolved around you.
After another twenty minutes, the rest of the Slytherins came down. Tempest's group gained four members: Caine and Celeste Beaufort, Alexander Montesquieu and Breeanna Locke.
Lucius was joined by Shan Goyle and Merelynn Brown. The two were inseparable and notorious for being… open… with their feelings.
This was Slytherin in the seventies, allied or opposing, shunned by other houses because of Tom Riddle.
Slytherin was a place for the cunning, the witty and the tormented. Slytherin was the Dark Lord's greatest resource.
"Lestrange…" Caine began. Rudolphus and Tempest looked up and he cursed. "Tempest." Rudolphus looked back at his work. "Can I talk to you today?"
She pretended to leaf through a planner. "What time?"
"Lunch, by the forest." She nodded and went back to her work with a muttered, "Yeah, I'm free."
The breakfast bell rang throughout the castle and the first years dashed up and down corridors and staircases yelling to friends and siblings as they went. The rest of the school followed more slowly, draining out of the common rooms into the Great Hall.
The ceiling was cloudy, looking very much like it would rain. Tempest cursed quietly, but ate quickly and slipped out as soon as she could.
It began to rain just as she reached the lake. Lucius was already there under the big oak, hood covering his silky white hair. He looked down at her from his taller 5'11''.
"Lovely day." He murmured, idly sarcastic. She nodded. "If it wasn't pouring, I'd ask you to sit, but alas."
Her eyes narrowed. He wasn't usually this humorous. "You're trying to avoid telling me what you wanted to." She accused. He flinched at her bluntness, but didn't argue.
With a sigh, he rested white hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. His silvery eyes met her similar ones and he smiled. Not smirked or sneered, but smiled. And oh god, he was beautiful. That rare glowing smile seemed to light up the sky for a hundred meters around. "Tempest Lestrange…" He began cautiously. He wasn't used to being blunt. "Will you go out with me?"
Her eyes widened, shocked. She had been expecting talk about their families, their inductions into Lord Voldemort's service… Not this. He shifted feet nervously. A Malfoy, nervous? That didn't happen. Then she remembered his smile. It had been radiant, like an angel. She sighed. "No fair." He looked mildly confused. "You know how gorgeous your smile is, Malfoy?" His lip twitched with concealed laughter and she smiled in return. He was trying to make it more fair by not letting his absolutely beautiful laugh influence her too – she had only heard it twice before. "But yes… I suppose I will go out with you, Lucius Malfoy." Lucius' smile returned, more beautiful than just a minute before. Tempest practically melted at his feet, except he didn't let her. His arms wrapped around her waist and one hand slid up her back. She shivered at his cool touch on her bare neck and finally noticed where she was. The shivers became more insistent, more obvious. Lucius studied her carefully through pragmatic eyes.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah… it's just a dream I had here last night." Her eyes followed his hand as he brought it up to her cheek, the same cheek that the banshee had touched in her dream.
"Did you know… you had scratches here?" He asked gently. Her eyes widened. "Five…"
"It really happened?" She whispered, shocked. "I didn't leave the dormitory… but it happened?" She noticed Lucius staring at her and took his hand and led him back to a covered hallway still outside. There, she sat on the bench and he sat next to her and she quietly told him about her dream.
And there, the bond between the two soaked figures just starting to understand what they had felt for one another began to weave itself tighter on the trust that they had just placed in one another.