Seduction

The sun had already set when I awoke hours later. I noted that my heavy green robes were hanging on the wall and I was down to my emerald green satin slip. The last thing I recalled was Voldemort saving my life by disposing of Crabbe. A dark shadow in the corner moved, I focused on it intently trying to make out who it was when they became illuminated by the soft moonlight sifting through the tent.

"What do you think you are doing, Malfoy?" I hissed across the room, startling him, "You think you could take advantage of me while I was unconscious!" I was seething, drinking in the look of fear on his face

"The Dark Lord placed you in the nearest tent, Miss Gaunt." his face now void of any colour. "It just happened to be my own."

I realized that what he said was probably true, and laughed to myself at Voldemort's choice of Death Eater. I stared into Malfoy's cold deep eyes, unsure of how this dark handsome stranger made me feel. All the same, he was a source of great intrigue.

I climbed out of the bed and stood, allowing the sheets to fall gracefully from my body. I watched his eyes travel the length of my body as I slowly made my way over to him. The silver and green lace entwined throughout my slip glinted in the moonlight that sifted into the tent through a crack in the side. He shifted uncomfortably on the spot as I stopped inches from him.

"Do you think I could have my robes, Lucius?" I smiled slyly. I had barely finished my sentence when he had placed my robes around my shoulders and took a step back. I hid a satisfied smile, noticing the amount of self-control he seemed to be exerting over himself. Voldemort would be pleased with him, I thought. I buttoned my robes slowly, watching it take affect on Malfoy as he stood silently barely able to remove his gaze from my body. I could feel the adrenaline course through my pureblood veins. I leaned closer to Malfoy and whispered seductively,

"It's a bit warm tonight, isn't it Lucius?" I breathed his name slowly, sensing him shiver as my breath touched his neck. He turned to face me, our lips trembling at the mere thought of touching. We edged closer, but at the last minute I turned away, trailing my hand down his well muscled arm as I walked away,

"Thanks for my robes, Lucius," I whispered raising my eyebrow at him before slipping out, a satisfied smirk on my face. Back in the tent, Malfoy had collapsed into his chair as he realised the profound effect I was beginning to have on him.

A chill crept at my skin as I drew my robes nearer. I strolled towards my tent, my thoughts preoccupied with Malfoy. A slow smile spread across my lips.

"Camping out Blair?" a voice questioned from the bushes. The owner stepped into the moonlight.

"I thought we already were, Lestrange" I replied vaguely, my thoughts still on Malfoy.

"I meant in someone else's tent."

My smile turned to a scowl.

"I have no idea what you are talking about Rodolphus." I lied, praying I had silenced his curiosity.

"Oh no?" he laughed, a devious glint in his eye, "I am not stupid Blair, I can put two and two together." He folded his arms and peered intently down his short nose at me.

"Really?" I said sarcastically, "I didn't know you could count?"

"Okay then, you can help me; what does you coming out of Malfoy's tent in addition to that dreamy smile on your face equal?" he inquired innocently.

I took a sharp intake of breath and I could feel the blood draining from my face.

"I didn't know you were capable of dreamy" he laughed, satisfied.

I paused, trying to control my frustration.

"Alright Lestrange!" I burst out, "If you must know, Crabbe knocked me unconscious and Malfoy was keeping an eye on me! And there was no smile, I don't smile. I smirk!" I folded my arms.

"Alright, alright" he replied, "No need for rage, just checking. However if you had your eye on him I would approve. Malfoy is a fine wizard." I snorted.

"Thank you very much for your approval."

He ignored my comment and led me towards his tent,

"Bella wants to ask you something, she sent me out to find you."

Entering the tent, we found Bella waiting at the table.

"About time!" she snapped, "What did you do? Go for a moonlight walk?" Rodolphus laughed as he leaned over and pecked Bella on the cheek. She changed her tone upon noticing my presence.

"Did you have a nice time in Malfoy's tent?" she asked playfully. "I bet you wish you could be unconscious more often." Bella and Rodolphus' laughter rang around the tent

"Shut up!" I snapped, tiring of their immature behaviour. "Ask what you want now or I will leave."

Their laughter ceased, "Well Blair, Rodolphus and I wish to extend to you an invitation. We are holding a masquerade ball at the Lestrange Manor in honour of our seventh wedding anniversary. It will be on the fifth of November and we would be delighted if you would come." She looked expectantly across the table at me.

"I will come." I stated. "Under the condition, that you do not coerce me into dancing." I shuddered at the memory of their last ball.

"Excellent!" Bella exclaimed clasping her hands together.

"If I remember correctly Bella, it took us much longer last year to convince her to attend." Rodolphus cast me a curious look.

"Why yes it did Rodolphus." Bella paused, she turned to me. "Are we expecting anyone there Blair?" the same playful expression returning.

I sighed deeply, knowing where this was going,

"No, I am not. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to bed." I quickly made for the door, hoping to leave before they could goad me any further.

"Good night, I will talk to you tomorrow." she smiled innocently.

I ignored her and walked out, deciding to apparate back to my tent to avoid any further confrontations.