CHAPTER 1
By day, Hogwarts remained cheery, and light, bordered with neatly trimmed green lawns, and sheltered by jewel blue skies. Students milled around outside and inside the castle walls, talking affably with each other, and comparing essays, exchanging gossip. It had a warm atmosphere, filled with the quiet buzz of chatter.
By night, however, it was a different story. The fresh blue skies darkened, as if sadly handing on their throne to evil. The horizon faded into nothingness, and the castle was enveloped with light mist. Inside the castle, fires were lit, glowing ruby red against the window panes. Every room had one, including the Head Girl's room.
The room was a small one. It had dark wood paneling, and a carpet done up with in burgundy and gold, that felt soft against bare feet. To one end was a small bed with a creamy comforter folded neatly against it. To the other was a vanity table, which was clean except for an old book placed on its very edge. Beside it was a small table with a jug of water, and a few biscuits. The fire that was lit cast a flickering glow on the ceilings. The room was quiet and still.
On the couch, a young girl of seventeen was sitting. The fire threw faltering light on her clear, defined features- large, brown eyes, a straight nose, and a mouth, bordered with soft pink lips. Normally it was set in a determined line, but tonight it was hanging slightly open, as if she was dazed. Her eyes were wide with confusion and unhappiness. Her whole face, framed with wildly curling brown hair looked upset and perplexed.
A slow dong filled the room. She started, as if jerked out of a strange, unhappy revelry, and glanced at the ornamental clock on her vanity table. Its jeweled hands pointed at 11 O Clock, gently urging her to slip into bed and go to sleep.
'Why not?" she whispered. Her voice sounded odd, and muffled in the stillness of the room.
She crept off the crouch, and headed towards the bed. It was warm, and cozy. Her cold limbs were somewhat comforted by the creamy eiderdown, but her mind remained in constant turmoil.
She tried to ease her thoughts.
Go to sleep.
Sleep.
Her mind quietened slightly. The constant buzz of unanswerable questions halted. She felt her self slowly drift into sleep.
The door creaked open.
She was immediately awake. Her heart beat furiously against her ribs. Someone had entered the room. She strained to see, but the flickering light of the fire had died down, and the room was dark and silent, with the faintest of shadows moving against the wall.
Someone kicked an ember in the fire. It died out completely, and the room was plunged into darkness.
'Who's there?' she breathed, fear coursing through her veins.
There was no answer. She sensed someone walking- no gliding, was a better term- closer to her. She heard soft breaths coming out through open lips.
'Who are you?' she whispered.
She didn't expect an answer. The room was dark and silent. Even the breathing had stilled.
She pushed off the eiderdown, and sat up in bed, her eyes glinting with fear. She snatched up her wand from under the table, and aimed it in front of her, where she supposed the person was standing.
A cool rush of breath on the back of her neck told her that he was right behind her.
She whirled around, her sheets rustling, and her comforter falling to the floor.
'Who are you?' she asked her voice louder and more steady now.
For the first time, the figure spoke. His lips opened, and a low, deep voice issued from it. It spoke to her.
Her eyes widened with surprise.
'What the fuck are you doing here?'
He chuckled. 'Language, darling, language.'
She immediately bristled. 'Don't call me darling!'
'And why not?' he mused. 'Why shouldn't I. It's true that I love you.'
'You- you- what?' her voice stuttered to a halt. Her confused emotions stirred up once more, and pounded on the back of her skull.
'Let me make this clear. I am in love with you. Deeply, and irrevocably in love with you. And I want to know if you love me too.'
Her voice choked. 'I-I love you. God, I love you.'
There was silence. Deep, deep silence.
She stirred, cautiously.
No movement. It seemed as if he had just vanished.
No sound.
He had gone.
She felt a deep pang of disappointment. She had always thought that their love would be confessed in a long and erotic dance of love. It seemed however, that this was not to be.
Suddenly, she felt a light breath on her ear, and a finger snaking along her neck. She breathed with pleasure.
Hot lips kissed hers, and she wrapped her arms around his slender neck.
Their long and erotic dance of love had just begun