Dark: & I'm back. W/ 3 chaps in a row, which I hope u'll like. Still, give urselves the work of reviewing each one, ne. Enjoy.

Summary/Disclaimer: check the prologue.

Italics – thoughts

"..." – speaking

Chapter 3... Their eyes

The girls left some time after. For the way he saw it, they were both hungry and they both were in a hurry.

Bet I can guess why Miss Koltchak is like that... His lips curved in a smirk as he followed them back to Slytherin. As they sat down on a couch, he climbed the staircase, leaning over its railings, watching them both as they sat on a couch, right below him. And, as disguised as it was, he still noticed her breathing getting heavy, her eyes only half-lidded and oh-so slowly clouding with lust.

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Iris wasn't feeling so good ever since they got out of the Great Hall. She kept rubbing her thighs together, in an attempt to make the ache between them stop. No such luck. She was aroused and there was no way around it, unless she took care of the problem on her own bedroom. The question was… Why! Nothing happened to make me feel like this..

"…and- Iris? You sure you're ok?.. You're quite warm." Ten placed a hand on her friend's forehead and noticed it was a bit too warm. "Wouldn't it be better if you went to bed?"

"You sure you don't mind talking on the morning?"

"Of course not! You seem more tired than I do. Sleep will do you some good."

Hope that's only it... "Yeah, you're right. As usual." Iris winked at her, as Ten smiled softly. They bid each other good night, as the black haired witch climbed the stairs to her bedroom.

As soon as she entered her private chambers, she placed a silencing charm on the walls with a simple wave of her wrist, and with another, the portrait was locked and two torches were lit. Her robes fell to the floor in a heap as she shrugged off them carelessly, feeling too hot already. Her shoes and socks were next. She climbed on the bed in only her white shirt and skirt.

"What the hell's wrong with me..." her sentence became a moan as she tried to ease some of the tension in her nether regions. However, it seemed that the more she tried, it just got worse! "The hell-?" fervently, desperately, she looked for sweet release, but it never came.

It was from then on that the situation went a bit too far. It started to get out of her control and being controlled by the one she most despised, the one she saw in the next moment. Right then, in her most vulnerable condition.

Malfoy opened the door to her balcony, stepping inside and looking around the room like it was his own. His cold, yet amused gaze locked with her lustful one, and she realized, wonder how or why, he was the only one capable of relieving her need.

Discarding his shoes and taking off his heavy cloak, jumper and shirt, he stood, facing her, in only his black slacks.

Her breathing quickened at seeing him, but he could see it in her eyes... Her doubt, her insecurity, her fear. He knelt beside her on the bed, which gave in to his additional weight. Never once did she stop moving her hand underneath her skirt. True, he didn't see anything, for the skirt hided it all, but he knew she was desperate by looking into her eyes.

The potion was damn strong, he was aware of that, but he didn't mind, he didn't care. Draco Malfoy always gets what he wants, one way or another. He could very well rape her, but he did have a twisted sense of honour. Raping has no class. The challenge is in breaking through her own logic and make her cry after all this is over, while knowing damn well she loved every second of it.

So, making her have this potion wasn't raping her, right?

Right?

Shrugging off that thought, he let his hands travel up her ankles, shins and knees. Her ministrations stopped there, her hands resting by her sides now, fisting the mattress. A small, almost unnoticed, sigh sounded from her lips. He smirked to himself slightly, as his hands dove under her skirt, just enough to caress her inner thighs.

She couldn't hold back a soft moan. His very touch, even feather-like, calmed the fire that was burning her from inside out. She needed more.

Opting to pass the opportunity, he crawled up her body, his nimble fingers working on the buttons of her blouse. Her breathing came in hurried gasps, as her head went from side to side, her features contorted in a painful way. And it should be painful, not managing to reach release. If there was something very close to the Cruciatus Curse, was using the innocent "Petrificus Totalus" when one was about to climax. Oh, the pain... The agonising pain of not managing to reach that wonderful piece of paradise, being so close, yet so far. It was enough to send one to St. Mungo's, no doubt about that. It wouldn't be the first time.

He even should be doing that same thing to her. Who does she think she is, slapping me that other night!

But he was patient, by the Malfoy family's standards at least. Her punishment would come later... He pulled back, changing his position so that he straddled her. She didn't stop him as he sat down on her thighs. She dug her feet in the mattress, her lower half lifting, accidentally brushing their pelvises together briefly.

Draco groaned, as she let out a soft whimper. Merlin, she was a tigress in and out of the bed... He didn't even imagine how she'd be, if she had a place on the Quidditch team. Like a beater... It could get really bad if that was the case.

Her arms went up, fisting her own hair, her eyes tightly shut, teeth bared. A soft growl made its way out of her throat. She was starting to lose it, needing release quickly.

Once more smirking to himself, he leaned down, crushing his lips against hers in a bruising manner, her twisting and struggling stopping right there. Her silver hues snapped open, fear, disbelief and refusal shining clearly in them. But in their deeps, almost unnoticed, there they were. Two emotions that could rival his own...

Lust and desire.

For him. She could deny it all she wanted, but it was there. She wanted him.

But for the first time since this all began, he doubted of this decision. She might want me now, under the potion's effect... Though, her eyes, not in their usual state, said otherwise. She does not want this. Her body's reaction to the potion may want him, but her mind didn't.

And why the hell should you care, a voice remembered him inside his head, You are a Malfoy. Malfoy's don't care about anybody else, but themselves. Why should you?

That was right. Then, why was he hesitating in this?

His tongue traced her lower lip, and without even waiting for her consent, he plunged his tongue forcefully into her mouth. Making love to her mouth, their tongues met and only afterwards did she start to respond. As she embraced his tongue with her own, a battle ensued. Her hands snaked all over his bare back, trailing up and down, driving him insane, until she rested them on his silken hair, threading her fingers through the silvery strands.

The blouse she was wearing was finally unbuttoned, and once he took it off from her shoulders, he parted the heated kiss, delivering a nip at her lower lip, hard enough to make her taste the metallic flavour of her own blood.

The blond continued down, reaching the side of her neck. He licked a spot, nipping at it, until he finally opted on sucking the skin there, making her moan softly again. After some moments, he pulled back, looking at his handiwork.

Her head was turned to one side, some locks plastered to her sweaty forehead, as she gasped for breath. A red mark was on her neck, clearly visible even in the faint light of the torches. Smirking, he finally looked down to look at her bra.

Surprise was when only her bare, flawless chest greeted his appreciative stare. As his fingers, barely there, brushed the outer side of her breasts, her head snapped backwards, a groan escaping her now kiss-swollen lips. Grinning to himself at her reaction, he cupped both her breasts, kneading them softly and gently. This time, a loud moan sounded from her throat, ending up in a quiet whimper.

For the little time since he knew her, he never thought she would be as desperate as to whimper and writhe underneath him. This must be frustrating to her... And to know it's all her fault. This could've been so much easier, if she let me had my way with her. On second thought, this might be more of a challenge this way. Not to mention she'll learn her place.

Kneeling between her parted legs, he could pick up the slight scent of her arousal, even concealed by her skirt. Smirking once more, he leaned forwards, licking the mark he just gave her on her neck, kissing along her collar bone and between her breasts, nuzzling them gently with his head as he went. By now, Iris was gasping for air, eyes closed tightly, in rapture. He licked one of her nipples, making her hiss in both pleasure and surprise. When he finally took the sensitive bud between his lips, she would surprise him once more, by wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing him closer to her body.

His sucking was hard, gentle, fast, slow, always different, not letting her get used to any rhythm, whilst knowing she was closer and closer to the edge. Unnoticed by her, his hand reached down, resting it gently over her most private area.

That was all she needed. The simple touch of his hand made her climax, a silent shout on her lips, her body tensing, back arching. As she came back from the world of pleasure she just visited, he had sat back on her thighs, observing her face closely, watching her reactions. Her wide eyes, teeth breaking the skin of her lip, drawing blood. If that didn't turn him on, he didn't know what it did.

After she caught her breath back, he slanted his head again, first licking her lips clean from her own blood and then capturing them in his own.

But he felt something was not quite right, something strange. She's not responding... The boy lifted his head, looking into her eyes for an answer, not knowing what had occurred. In the deep silver pools, one thing was missing, which was replaced almost by its opposite.

The dark cloud of lust, which had made her eyes seem to have the colour of a cerulean blue tinge, was gone and in its place, raw loathing greeted him.

Draco barely heard her threatening hiss, but glad he did, "Get off me."

Once he got out of the bed, she picked up her shirt, buttoning the button that was needed to cover her chest. Her eyes were hard, glaring at him like never before, "I knew you were low, but not that low.. I can't believe this..." she was still hissing dangerously low, "How dare you...! How could you! You... You were going to fucking rape me." The last part was spat at him like venom, through gritted teeth.

"I was not going to rape you."

"What!" her voice rose, "You were the one who did something to me! I didn't want this shit, did I! What the hell gives you the right to do it!"

A smirk curved his sensuous lips, "The right? Whatever do you mean? I'm a Malfoy. I have every right..."

Just like the first night, she slapped him as hard as she could, hearing the loud sound and loving every second of the slight stinging of her palm. He actually staggered this time, head snapping to the side, as his hand covered the offended cheek. "I thought you had more honour than that. Guess not..." she snapped her fingers, making the balcony glass doors slide open, much to his surprise. "Get out. NOW! Before I do something that I'll enjoy way too much to regret..."

"But how did you-?"

"GET OUT!" a wind surrounded her, knocking most of her own belongings to the ground, silver sparks leaving the tips of her fingers and her hair itself. If he didn't get out soon, she would lose the little control she had left over her powers. She could feel it on her veins, screaming at her to be freed. And she wasn't sure if she would let it go or not. He sure deserves it. She didn't even notice the mirror breaking.

Draco didn't waste anymore time, going out through the same way he entered. She was tense, breathing deep even breaths to calm herself, the magic still dancing over her skin. Her eyes opened after some moments, reflecting rage, indignation and shame. Rage for his coward act, indignation for her own traitorous body, shame for what had just transpired there.

Tears of humiliation stung her eyes, slipping down her cheeks. With a soft sob, she collapsed on the satin bed, on her stomach, head buried on her crossed arms as she cried her heart out. For her life, for his actions. How could he!

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Ten watched her friend enter her private dorm. Right after, Malfoy entered his. Weird coincidence... She let it pass though. Looking around in the Common Room, she realized no one was near enough to see what she was doing. Taking her chance, she took out the small piece of parchment Harry gave her just a few hours before. She unfolded it.

"Wanna know who you are
Wanna know where to start
I wanna know what this means

Wanna know how you feel
Wanna know what is real
I wanna know everything, everything...


Hope you're okay, and just for you to know, I also felt something strange, something evil, back on that Quidditch game. I don't know if that was what made you fall, but you're not alone in this. Something's out there. Anyway, I know we barely talk, but I wanted to ask you to let me know you better, and you, me. If that's ok with you, of course. Please owl me in return.

Sincerely,
Harry Potter"

She read it again, three more times to be exact, a small smile playing upon her lips. There was an unfamiliar but welcome warmth in her belly as she kept reading the lyrics of the song, humming it to herself. For a couple of moments, the thoughts of the possible scenarios that could turn into a reality passed through her mind if she answered 'Yes', when suddenly a loud BANG startled her, making her look up to its source. The bang was from the slamming of a door. Malfoy stomped haughtily down the stairs, managing to keep a grace only Draco Malfoy had around him, even when he seemed angry, his strides quick and tense. He seems unsure of something... Wonder what.. His eyes were shielded from her view by the blonde loose locks resting over them softly, moving slightly with his steps. Every other Slytherin shut up, looking at him, wondering what had pissed him off so much. He exited Slytherin.

Her eyes glanced back to the portrait that led to his room, switching back to her best friend's. Nothing. No sound. That meant no Iris. That girl isn't herself when she's that quiet. Something's up. Ten stood. Walking up the stairs and standing just outside her door, she still couldn't hear a sound. She took out her wand, murmuring softly, "Patefacere is tui encantamento (1)." Words started to form in thin air, written by an invisible hand in a shiny sapphire blue colour.

Silencing Charm, cast by Iris B. Koltchak
Locking Spell, cast and created by Iris B. Koltchak

Damn.. If the Locking Spell was created by her, I can't do anything, for she is the only one who knows its counter-spell. But I can do something about that Silencing Charm. "Contra Silencio!" Faintly, she heard sobbing. What the-? Turning to Malfoy's door, she tried her luck.

Which seemed to be on her side today; with the slamming, the portrait didn't even close properly. She entered quickly, ignoring everything around her, her worry for her friend growing at each passing second as the sobs became slightly louder. Ten opened the balcony and entered Iris's room through the glass doors.

The Slytherin stopped dead in her tracks. Most things were knocked over, on the floor, the mirror shattered. In the center of the storm, curled into a ball in the black satin of her bed, laid Iris, crying like there was no tomorrow.

Her blue eyes softened at the sight as she kneeled in front of the other girl, "Iris? What's wrong? What happened here?"

Iris lifted her head, eyes red from her crying. Her voice was slightly hoarse, "H-How did you get here?"

"That's not important, but this is! Please, tell me what happened. It might be better to speak to someone than letting it all in, don't you think?"

Silver eyes hardened, "Malfoy." The name rolled off her tongue, dripping with acid venom.

"What did he do?" a twinkle of amusement shined in her eyes, remembering Malfoy's swift retreat. That sparkle was soon gone at seeing the gloomy look her friend was giving off.

"Oh Ten... He-He tried to bloody rape me..."

"What?" Ten got to her feet right after she heard the last sentence, fire in her eyes, just like her Grandfather had when the Dementors invaded Hogwarts grounds, way back in third year, "That bastard did what!"

"You know that potion we're doing in Potion's class.. Even if I hate to admit it, he's smart enough to brew it-"

A snort, "Grandfather even told me he'll probably make Head Boy..."

"-He must've put it on my drink or something. And if it lasted for some more minutes, he would have had his way with my body." She still referred it to only 'her body' and not 'herself', "And I couldn't do a fucking, bloody thing to stop him!"

"Dormire (2)." The tip of her wand touched Iris's temple, making her fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. Anger boiled inside of her as she deftly waved it again, her voice barely even from the rage she was feeling. Rage she would soon relieve, "Morada de Draco Malfoy (3)." A map appeared out of nowhere, also in sapphire blue lining, right in front of her, slowly drawing Hogwarts grounds. A green dot appeared, elegantly labelled "Malfoy, Draco", standing by the lake. "Finite incantatem."

She made her way out of Slytherin, going through the same way she had came, towards the school grounds. The girl finally saw the fair-haired boy, sitting on a big rock, looking listlessly at the deep black waters of the lake. "Malfoy!" his head turned to give her his attention. In his eyes, there was something amiss, but her anger overcame everything else at the moment, "How dare you to do that to her! To her? She didn't deserve it!" just as he got up, Probably to sneer at me for my show of charity towards my best friend, she thought, her frown deepening, Ten placed her hands over his chest, pushing him backwards. With a smirk, she watched him lose his balance and fall into the lake.

Draco quickly broke the surface, breathing deeply and eagerly. His clothes were pulling him down, not to mention that the giant squid had a taste for picking up with Slytherin's. "Look, it's not what you think, I didn't want to rape her, I just-"

"Spare me the excuses... Are you that despicable? Don't you think she has been through enough? Or was that one of the missions that you have to accomplish before you get the Dark Mark? Did Lucius tell you to make her life even more miserable than he already did?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't know what the hell you are talking about, Dumbledore." He climbed from the waters, his hair now slicked back like in his first years at Hogwarts; his eyes still not quite the same. "I don't know is what my father's role in this matter."

"Why don't you ask him then, you prick! I'm sure he'll love to tell you all the torture he used against Iris."

"What?"

He actually seemed surprised. Shrug it off, I'm probably just imagining it! "Don't act all surprised, that won't work with me, Malfoy." She spat near his feet, "We'll see each other around. And if you even try to do something like that again.." her wand pointed to his chest in a blink of an eye, as she whispered, "Minuere respiration (4)."

His eyes widened at reading her lips. Feeling the all too familiar tightening of his lungs, he fell to one knee, trying to keep his breathing even. So many times has he been cursed with that same curse. It wasn't too bad, Cruciatus and some others put him in bigger pain, but this curse forbidden him of breathing, the motion each time more and more painful, difficult and shorter.

She turned the wand away from him, as he looked up in surprise, "If you even try to do something like that ever again, I won't hesitate in putting you under the Cruciatus Curse." Turning on her heels, she made her way back to the castle, never looking back.

Never seeing the tears that silently fell down his cheeks as his barrier broke with her harsh words.

…TBC…


(1): Something along the likes of "Reveal your spell". Lame, maybe, but I needed that.

(2): Literally, "sleep", in Latin, with the obvious effects.

(3): "Location of Draco Malfoy". Also lame, but also needed. Some sort of a more discreet marauder's map with no need to look for the searched person, since it's the only one who shows.

(4): "Diminish the respiration" or something like that. It has no correct translation in English, really. The effects are also obvious, ne.


Thanks to:

Tenebrae Rosa: well, like I said in ST, I can't find any mistakes now that I'm overly tired of searching time and time again for them, ne? But never mind; I'll do it once I put my mind 2 it. Whenever that may be xD anyways, thnx 4 enjoying it :P

Ary Lusifer: don't worry about that ;) I'm Portuguese myself. Guess we'r neighbours then xD & thank u 4 liking the fic :D & reviewing xD nice humour u've got xDD hope u enjoy these next few chaps as well ;)

Dark: Come back 4 more next Sunday. Plz review.