Chapter 4

Tempest felt the pendant around her neck vibrate lightly against her skin – she now knew that Lucius Malfoy had almost completed the mirror and she had the only remaining piece – she was now in immense danger.

Arriving at Madame Aelita's Lucius found it closed and rapped on the door. It took a while before Madame Aelita answered the door "we're closed!" she announced gruffly; gone was the polite demeanour she greeted her customers with. "I need information on where to find Tempest."

"I'm sorry; I cannot give out that kind of information about my girls."

"You misunderstand me" Lucius intoned "this is not a request!"

Madame Aelita was afraid, of course she knew well the reputation of Lucius Malfoy and his friends. She knew that Tempest would be in danger if she gave him this information. But if she did not give him this she would be in danger herself, and she was not a brave woman, there was only one thing she could do. "She does not work here now…" she told him, hoping that this would be enough information and he would leave.

"Don't lie to me woman!" Lucius hissed, stepping inside and closing the door so that she was trapped.

"It's true, I promise you, Tempest left, she has gone away for a while."

"Away?"

"Yes, she went back to her home and then she was taking a trip. She will not be coming back to work here."

Lucius looked thoughtful "well if she is not going to be at home there is no reason you cannot give me her address is there?" he tightened his grip on his cane.

Madame Aelita saw this move and swallowed deeply. Maybe if Tempest was not there it would be alright to give him her address?

Once he had Tempests' address Lucius set off to check out her home. Madame Aelita had not lied, there was no-one at home and a note outside informed the milkman that Tempest was taking a holiday and would be in touch when she returned. Lucius mused; "milkman?" the muggle lifestyle she lived was a total anathema to him "how on earth does one acquire milk from a man?" After contacting Malfoy Manor a small army of house elves arrived with strict instructions that they were to search every inch of the house and yet not leave a single hair out of place "no-one must know we were here" he ordered.

With the elves put to work Lucius set about his own task – checking out her book and movies collection – he did however need the assistance of one of the elves on how the movie machine worked. From these Lucius was able to gain an insight into what made Tempest tick and how to get closer to her should the need arise.

The search of the house was coming to an end and nothing had been found. Lucius was furious and the house elves were becoming more and more nervous as their masters anger grew. One of the elves was searching Tempests study and luckily for Lucius his elves were once again more up to date on with muggle technology and had checked the computer. The smart little creature was able to give Lucius some good news, Tempest had an online diary and in this she had noted that she was going to stay with a friend in America and that she thought that she was in danger. From this diary entry Lucius was able to find who she was visiting and where they lived.

Arriving at the house Tempest was staying at in the USA, Lucius considered his next move. Once it was quiet and the house in darkness he sneaked into the house inaudibly, searching until he found the room Tempest inhabited, slipping into the room he cast a silencing charm.

Thinking back to the movies he had seen in her collection at home, many of them appeared to be by the same actor and were stored in a box all of their own entitled 'Squeeeee' Lucius was not totally sure what this meant but he believed it was something to do with her being a fan of this actors work, he wondered whether maybe he could use this in some way? Bearing in mind that they were in the USA Lucius decided that a glamour charm would be useful, it was not as effective and long-lasting as a polyjuice potion, but if you wished to become a fictional or historical character from whom you could not acquire a bit of hair from, then a glamour would be perfect. Concentrating on one of the movie characters he had seen, Lucius cast his charm and watched his reflection in the darkened window as his hair grew darker and his clothing changed. Lucius Malfoy was gone, and now it was Colonel William Tavington standing in the room. Walking to the bed he watched her silently sleeping before taking some dream dust and sprinkling it over her whilst whispering the name of his character into her ear and thus ensuring that her dreams would be of Colonel Tavington. He watched her as she smiled and sighed in her sleep. Casting a charm on the room it appeared to change, forming and becoming the inside of a campaign tent, in which his new persona would be at home.

Once he was sure she was dreaming deeply enough he sat on the edge of the bed, moving her hair away from her face and gently stroking her cheek until she opened her eyes as looked at him, he had to remind himself to stay in character as her violet eyes gazed sleepily at him.

As Tempest opened her eyes she knew she was still dreaming, she was in a huge white tent, and she was laying on a cot with Colonel William Tavington sitting on the edge, he reached out his hand and gently stroked her cheek.

"I cannot say that it is unpleasant to find you here, but what might I ask are you doing in my tent?" he asked her.

Stunned for a moment Tempest looked around the tent and wondered where this dream would take her. Unsure what to reply she merely blinked and looked at the Colonel with a look of confusion on her face.

"Do I take it from your silence that you are to be my … diversion for the evening?" he held out one hand and took her hand into his.

Tempest was still in a daze and took his hand. He pulled her up from the bed and held her close against him. She buried her face into his chest and tried to calm down, this dream felt so weird, it was all too real. Taking deep breaths she picked up the clean masculine scent of sandalwood, but also a fainter aroma of warm leather. He slipped his hand beneath her chin and raised her face to his, leaning forward and gently brushing her lips with his own before pulling her harder into his body and kissing her so deeply and roughly that made her feel like he now owned and would consume her.

Releasing her from his kiss he left her lips aching for more, but he took her shoulders and turned her away from him. With her back to him he pulled her against him once more before leaning in and placing his lips against her neck, kissing and nibbling the skin of her neck and up towards her earlobe. She could feel the heat of his lips and tongue against her flesh and his breath felt like it would set her skin on fire. One of his arms was looped around her shoulders and neck, the other around her waist, using this arm he ran it slowly up towards her breasts running his thumb over the fabric of her plain cotton nightgown, caressing each nipple in turn and leaving them erect and begging to be touched more. Still holding her firmly against him and unrelenting in his ministrations on the flesh of her neck, he unfastened the buttons on her nightgown and slid it down over her shoulders trapping her arms down by her sides. She could feel his chest firm against her back, the linen of his shirt slightly course against her skin making her back tingle in ways she would never have conceived of. Her whole body was trembling as she felt her it responding with vibrations in zones she would never have considered erotic.

Taking the weight of her breasts into his hands, he stroked the sensitive flesh before teasing her nipples between his fingers, pinching and rolling the peaks until she moaned in delicious agony. Releasing her breasts he caused her to moan once more as the cool air of the room now caressed her bereft nipples. Before she even had time to notice he had torn the nightgown from around her, sending the buttons flying across the tent as he rent the fabric downwards leaving her standing naked in his arms. Turning her back towards him she felt his shirt graze her nipples as he repossessed her lips with his own. Without a thought she brought her hands up to his chest and took hold of his shirt, tugging the fabric from the top of his breeches and running her fingertips beneath the linen and over the firm flesh of his chest. Tracing her palms back over his shirt she grasped the front and slowly, teasingly she opened each button in turn, placing a light kiss upon his chest after each button. As she moved lower and lower he groaned impatiently, slipping his hands down to join hers he ripped his shirt open, exposing he chest completely to her.

Lowering herself onto her knees before him she continued her torturously slow journey down his chest and stomach before pausing at the top of his breeches. Above her she heard him moan as she unfastened them, inside she found his erect manhood. Wrapping her fingers around his cock she released it from within the confines of his breeches, looking up into his eyes as she lowered her lips toward him, snaking out her tongue to massage the head of his sensitive organ. Throwing back his head he relished the sensations her of tongue and lips as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Within minutes he was scooping her up into his arms and depositing her onto his cot. She lay back naked and watched as he removed his boots and breeches, biting her lip she enjoyed the sight of his taut, muscular thighs each time he moved and she wanted to feel him naked against her. After what seemed like hours he finally joined her on the cot and she wrapped her legs around his, again he kissed her deeply before tracing his lips over her entire body, pausing as he arrived between her thighs. Taking his time he ran his tongue between her velvety lips, luxuriating in the taste and fragrance of her. Massaging her clitoris with his tongue until she cried out and he felt her juices once more flow onto his lips. Tempest was lost; she wanted him to stay where he was, lapping at her now sopping pussy, but she also wanted to feel him over her, pressing her into the mattress and fucking her slowly and deeply. Lowering her hands to his head she entwined her fingers in his long dark hair, guiding him back up her body and kissing him deeply, she could taste her own juices on his lips and it made her hotter want him all the more.

He held himself up on his arms and looked down at her; she closed her eyes and sighed. Every nerve in her body was tingling and she could feel his strong muscular thighs between hers. Waiting for him to touch her again was driving her insane. She moaned deep in her throat, so deep that it sounded like a guttural growl. Hooking her feet around his legs and sliding them upward until she wrapped her thighs around his and looped her legs around his hips, pulling them down to her as she did this. With his hips against hers she tilted her pelvis until she was able to mount his firm cock from beneath him. Once he was buried deep inside her she heard him moan above her.

"Oh I need you so much Willia…"

Opening her eyes to look at him she saw the dark haired man above her changing, his hair was growing lighter and lighter until it was long and straight and almost white…

"Lucius Malfoy!" she screamed and tried to push him away from her, but he held firm.

Talking almost to herself she whispered "this dream keeps getting weirder, but why the hell would I dream about Lucius?" she virtually hissed his name in disgust as the word left her lips.

He was unfazed and leant forward to whisper in her ear "you are not dreaming!" as he said this he pushed deeper within her causing her to arch her back towards him.

"Get the hell off me!" she yelled.

"So fickle, a moment ago you could not get enough of me." he sneered.

"That was before… I thought…" she stumbled over her words as he moved with her, ensuring that his pelvis moved putting pressure upon her clitoris as he bent forward and landed kisses along her jaw-line.

"You sick bastard! This is…"

"I think you might recall that I did not enter you…" he smirked.

"STOP IT!" she screamed.

Lucius backed away from her, pulling partially out of her slowly causing her to moan out loud. She hated him so much, how dare he do this to her, she had thought she was dreaming, she did not want him. Or did she? it felt so good to have his body against hers, and with him deep inside her she felt more than she ever had before. Looking up at him she could not help but think how damn sexy he looked with his chest bare and his hair slightly dishevelled. He had not pulled out of her when he moved further away she could still feel the heat of him inside her. "Ohhh…" she moaned and pulled him back deeper within her. "You arrogant bastard, I hate you!" she hissed before kissing him "fuck me before I change my mind!"

The next morning when she woke Tempest found she had marks and aches all over her body, at first she could not recall how she had gotten them, and then she turned over and saw him. Lying right there next to her, his long blonde hair spilling over the pillow, his handsome features relaxed, which somehow amused her, she doubted anyone else would have ever seen him that way, he was always so guarded. "Oh what have I done?" she whispered turning onto her back, trying to resist the urge to slap herself on the head. It was like one of those terrible mornings when you wake with a hangover and turn to see you brought home someone scarily ugly … but this was much worse … she had slept with Lucius Malfoy, and that was much scarier!

"Good morning" the voice came from beside her.

"Hmmm" she mumbled and pulled the pillow over her head.

"Good morning to you too…" Lucius mimicked.

"Morning" she groaned.

"Are you always this cheerful in the morning?" he asked.

"What can I say? I'm not a morning person."

Lucius laughed, he actually laughed, it shocked him as much as it did her "ok who the hell are you now?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" he looked puzzled.

"You" she said "you actually laughed… the 'oh so mighty' Lucius Malfoy actually laughed."

"Well it has been known to happen"

"How did you do that?" she asked.

"What? Laugh?" he raised an eyebrow at her.

"No, last night…"

"Don't tell me you never did it before"

"No… I mean, how were you… him? Tavington, and how did you know?"

"Oh that was nothing, just a glamour, a temporary and short-lived, but highly effective charm. As for him, I just chose him from your movies collection." To prove the point he turned into Tavington and back again "see."

"You were at my home? You saw my movies?"

"Yes, and I have to saw you do have a large catalogue of movies by a certain actor."

"Oh gawd" she groaned "you saw my…" she blushed and covered her face.

"Yes I saw your… 'Box of Squeeeee' whatever that is." He shrugged.

"Umm, yes, well…" she rolled her eyes and groaned again.

"You admire this man's work I take it?" he asked.

She grinned "yeah, that and other things."

"Oh? Really?" he looked rather put out "what about me?" he cast another glamour charm and changed into Jason Isaacs.

She looked stunned and then grinned "now that I could get used to."

Lucius changed back into himself "So do you think that I look somewhat like this actor fellow you admire?" Lucius enquired.

"Oh yeah, you look soooo alike" Tempest replied sarcastically "I had better call Hollywood straight away and tell them when they make the movie of the life of Lucius Malfoy they should get Jason Isaacs to play you!" She rolled her eyes and grinned at him.

She shifted her position on the bed, trying to keep the sheet covering her breasts, and for the first time Lucius noticed the chain around her neck. Or rather he noticed the pendant at the end of it …