Author's Note: I'm sure this chapter has been long anticipated.
Chapter 6
I have a plan for today. When haven't I?
Usually, I dislike the weekends. There is never anything to do. On the average weekend, I have my 'friends' tell me about their plans to do something that could get them a detention and I stay out of it and instead fill my night with studying and, of course, researching. On other weekends, I have a plan for them to carry out. They always go along with it too.
Tonight finally gave me something new to look forward to.
Getting ready didn't take long. Aside from my school clothes, I only have two shirts and two pairs of pairs. I chose a plain white, button down shirt and black pants. I knew she wouldn't really care what I wore anyway. I parted and combed my hair and shoved my wand in my pocket before heading out.
I took a long walk around the castle before I finally went towards the library. I wanted her to be the one waiting for me.
She seemed so calm but she was staring down at her shoes like she was bored.
She looked more alluring than I have ever seen her before. Her hair was silkier than I remembered and her eyeliner was done in a mysterious, smoky way. She was wearing a purple wrap top and a black skirt that swished around her knees when she made the slightest move.
She looked up at me as I came around the corner. She seems to possess the ability to sense movement. A useful skill.
She gave me a cross between a smile and a smirk.
"Hi Tom." she said, the words flowing from her mouth with ease. I didn't flinch at the sound of my name. I wanted to hear her say my name.
"Hello Magdalena." I replied. In her eyes, I saw something, a glint of rascality. She wanted something to happen between us. She wants me like I want her. It took so much strength not to give it to her right now.
"So, what will we be doing today?" she said in a way that made me believe she meant more than just where are we going.
I smiled and delicately laced my fingers through hers. "Follow me."
I lead her into the back part of the castle that students avoid on the weekends. Most think that it's haunted so they prefer to stay away from it unless it's the only way to get to class. Once we were away from everyone else, I lead her up a side stairwell. I've discovered a lot of the little passages and secret rooms of the castle in my time here. Someday I should take her to the room of requirement when we really want privacy.
There were so many flights of stairs but she didn't complain. I could hear her breathing get heavier. I looked back at her and I could tell she was getting tired.
"It's not much further." I told her, tightening my grip on her soft hand.
When we finally got to the top, we stood in front of the large, steel door. I pulled out my wand and tapped the large padlock on it a few times. The lock came undone and I put it in my pocket. I never really found out if going up there was part of my privileges as a prefect but the lock always opened for me so I figured that it was allowed. This wasn't the first time I had come here but it was the first time I had come here with company.
I pushed open the door and held it for her and she gave me a thankful smile at my chivalrous action. Her smile turned to a wide grin when she saw where we were.
The top of the Astronomy Tower was fairly small but could still fit a room of students during astronomy class. It was a circular room with seating all around the edge and no actual windows, just open area. In the center was a large piece of equipment used during astronomy classes. I figured this would be the best place to take her. It was rarely occupied on weekends and it was completely secluded from the rest of the castle.
"How did you think you take me here?" she said happily surprised.
"I had a hunch that you like astronomy." I said smiling.
She touched her earrings knowingly and sat down on the wraparound bench. She turned her gaze to the stars which were clearly visible tonight.
"It's so beautiful." she said with a dreamy look.
"Like you." I said quietly and absentmindedly. She didn't seem to hear me. She was too transfixed on the sky.
She was in a sultry, dream-like mood, one that seemed to take away any cares or worries that she had. Here was the moment. I moved towards her until I was standing only a centimeter away from her. Her perfume filled my nostrils and I lost my train of thought.
"You know, Tom," she started, waking me from the trance, "I feel like I don't know all of you. Like there's something about you that you aren't telling me."
Oh, she's clever. Yes, I'm not telling her everything about me. I've told her all of the exterior information but only some of my inner thoughts. I have a feeling that I can trust her, a feeling that no matter what is said to her, it is kept secret. But tonight wasn't the night for that. Tonight was about finally giving in to what we have wanted for so long.
"I can assure you. You know a lot." I said calmly, trying to bring her back to her previous mood.
"But I don't even know what you do in your spare time!" she said defensively.
I sighed. She's a determined one. "I really enjoy reading, as I know you do too, especially about magic that isn't taught within the classroom. I kind of like dueling too but sometimes...I just...think. I think about people, the past, the future, how things could be, how things will inevitably be. That sort of thing."
She looked at me dumbstruck. "I do that too! I make up stories and plan how things will work out before they happen, stuff like that. I thought I was the only one in the school who did that for pleasure."
I don't think I could have dreamed someone up who would be more perfect than her. She is my closest follower. She is my companion. She is mine.
"Magdalena..." I started to speak but she seemed a little cautious of my next words.
"How much do you know about me?" she interrupted. It was as if she wanted to make sure we really were close enough to each other before anything happened between us. I longed for yesterday when her rational thinking was clouded by her sympathy for me. I stepped back a little.
"I know all about your family. You told me yesterday. I know you like reading strange books about things like vampires and people with problems, listening to dark, underground music, night time, and the stars. I know you have a small close group of friends. I know that you are intelligent and beautiful and open-minded. I know you are afraid to use the prefect bathroom. I know we think the same way." I paused to take in her surprised expression. "And I know you like me." I smiled coyly and she flashed a slight smile.
"I guess you know more than I thought." she said humbled.
"Don't underestimate me." I said.
She sat cross-legged on the bench, letting her eyes wander to one of the intricate columns holding up the roof of the tower. She furrowed her brows in curiosity as she studied the column.
"How did a snake crawl all the way up here?" she asked out loud. I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or to herself. It sounded like a rhetorical question but, what exactly is she talking about?
I looked at the column she was so enamored with to see a small, pale green snake slithering up towards the roof. I chuckled to myself. They just happen to find me, don't they?
"It must have slithered up the tower, right? How else could it have gotten this far?" Magdalena asked, looking up at me.
I walked over to the tiny reptile and ran a finger over its scaly skin. Softly, I crooned to it, "Don't bite me or her or else you will surely regret it." The snake reacted positively and I allowed it to encircle my arm. I turned to see Magdalena watching my display with awe and intrigue.
"Am I going mad or did I hear you hiss at that snake?" Magdalena's eyes carefully followed the head of the snake as it slid further up my arm. I smiled at her in response.
"Parseltounge." she said, nodding her head like she should have picked up on it earlier. She smiled at me. She didn't have a problem with my gift. Why would she anyway? She likes me.
"A gift from Slytherin." I said, matter-of-factly. Her smile dropped into an emotionless expression, such a sharp contrast. I need to know what she really thinks. I walked over to her with my snake adorned arm held out to her.
"It won't bite you." I told her. She looked into my eyes as if searching for lies. Deciding that I and the snake are trustworthy, she reached out her hand to run her fingers down its back. She laughed placidly as the snake started to wrap itself around her arm. Before it could get too far, I pulled the scaly animal off her and allowed it to slither away, back down the tower.
"I didn't mind." she said, with a slight laugh. "I think it liked me."
A little too much for my comfort, that is.
She turned her attention back to the sky. The moonlight reflected off her face and hair and gave her an angelic, other-worldly appearance. Her eyes looked almost white under the snowy illumination.
Behind my back, I conjured a red rose for her. After clearing all that up, she needed to be charmed a bit.
As if driven by the moon, she started to sing.
A gift for their tortures, he wanted to say
Shrouded in mystery by the absence of day
He took what he could of her before anyone else could know
Of such a perfect pairing, Their final show
The haunting melody of the song and the gentle movement of her lips drove me to the brink of insanity. She is at her best when she is dark.
I walked up behind her so that we were almost touching. I could feel the inviting warmth of her body heat as I moved a little closer. She turned around once she felt my leg touching hers and I held out the rose to her. She took it from me gently.
"Ow." she said suddenly, dropping the rose onto the bench. She had been cut by one of the thorns and blood started to drip from her finger. A spot of blood fell onto the floor, marking our presence.
I picked up the rose and tried to remove the thorns from it but the thorn she had pricked her finger on didn't come off. Somehow the spell didn't fully work. I ignored the remaining thorn and mended her bleeding finger, kissing the healed skin when the cut was gone. She sucked in a breath.
I laid the rose down on the window sill and sat next to her.
"Magdalena."
Her name always flowed from my lips with underlying desire. I placed my hand on her cheek like I had the day before and she eagerly closed her eyes and leaned towards me until our lips finally met.
After first tasting her, I wanted more. We became more intense with every breath. My head started to get clouded and before I knew it, my tongue was savoring every bit of her mouth.
I ran my fingers through her silky black hair and laid her down on the bench with me on top of her. I braced myself up on my elbows and continued to mess with her soft hair. She wrapped her legs around mine and I ran my hand along her smooth calf. I felt her shiver.
I viciously kissed her neck and then moved down to kiss her collarbone. I wanted to have more of her than just her lips.
I hadn't really planned on feeling this way. I knew this would happen but I didn't think I would want to go further. I thought in the end, she would be the one wanting more. I would say no and she would be forced into more passion. I wanted her so badly that it hurt but I didn't want to lose her trust.
I'll test her current limits. I took one of my hands out of her hair and placed it on her stomach. Very slowly, I moved my hand up towards her chest. Before I could get there, she picked it off and put it back in her hair without breaking the kiss. Her refusal fueled me to show her just how strong my emotions can get when I'm denied. I kissed her with more force, force that would frighten most girls, but she gave a satisfied sigh that encouraged me to continue.
After a little longer, I got up pretending to be completely fine. In reality, I was nowhere near feeling finished and I knew she wasn't either. That's what made it perfect. I shoved that desire to the back of my mind and smirked at her. She was still lying on the bench as if she was hoping I was just taking a breather. She looked like she wanted to beg me to come back. I wanted to see her beg.
After she realized that I wasn't going to lie back down, she sat up. Her hair was a mess. I lovingly smoothed down the silky strands and we kissed again. The sweet taste of her lips was like a drug. We started to get sucked back into the whirlwind but were interrupted by the bells signaling that it's eleven o'clock.
"Damn." she said, turning her face away slightly so my lips slipped onto her cheek. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, allowing the flowery scent to surround me. I don't want to go back.
After another kiss, I stood up and walked to the door.
"I'll walk you back. Come on."
She picked up the rose off the window sill and put it behind her ear, careful not to cut herself on the one remaining thorn. I took hold of her hand as we left the tower.
Tomorrow I will tell her. I will tell her everything. I will tell her of my plans to rule the world. I will tell her about the following I've already built up. I will tell her about her role in this. She will think I'm brilliant and from that moment on, she will be part of my clan. I smiled at the thought.
When we got to the Ravenclaw dorms, I realized just how much I didn't want to leave her. I wanted to take her to the Slytherin dorms with me. I wanted her to be there when I wake up.
"Tomorrow we'll meet again." I told her.
"Where this time?" she asked softly.
"How about if I meet you right here at seven again?" A plan was already forming in my mind. I stared into her eyes trying to permanently implant them in my mind.
"Okay. Until then.." We locked in another embrace so intense that when we pulled away, I could still feel her lips on mine.
I walked to the Slytherin dorms with a strong sense of satisfaction. She is mine.