Dark: Next chap's here. Enjoy & review.
Summary/Disclaimer: check the prologue.
Italics – thoughts
"..." – speaking
Chap 7... Small changes
Ten blinked. Once. Twice. "Parkinson actually said that?"
The black headed girl beside her grumbled before actually replying a tired "Yeah." She hadn't slept much. The talk with the pug faced girl had, as much as she hated to say it, gotten to her.
"Hmm... Well.."
Pale eyes widened, "You cannot be thinking that she might be right, can you!"
The other giggled, "You can't say he's not interested in you. But I can't really affirm what that slut did. I need more proofs." Of course she didn't, but she could let Iris slightly in doubt, no harm on that, right? Hehe..
"Hn.. If you say so."
"'k, ready to go to Potions class?" the heiress got up, pulling her back pack along with her.
"Meh, if we have to." She did much the same.
"You don't have to. You can skip Potions. Say what, I'll even do the same and keep you company." The now familiar drawl made its way to her ears. It was familiar, the voice. Although the tone... It was not so cold. Wonder why..
"As wonderful as that sounds, I'll have to decline," his first name was on the tip of her tongue, but at the last moment, she corrected herself, "Malfoy."
Draco gave a small nod at Ten, then at the girl he first had spoken to, "See you in class."
Iris looked at her friend to catch her smirking. An eyebrow lifted, "What's up?"
Turning from looking at Draco's retreating back to her again, she simply gave a small innocent smile, "Why, nothing. Nothing at all." As they both walked to the dungeons, she had to stop herself from smiling; she could feel the silver pools glancing at her once in a while, their owner not convinced, I'd bet all my family's fortune that he'll invite her to the Halloween's ball.
Indeed, in the next Saturday, it would be the 31st October. In the morning, Quidditch match Slytherin versus Gryffindor. And on the Friday before, there would be a Hogsmeade visit. Yes, a quite interesting weekend this one was.
And it was already Wednesday.
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After Double Potions with the Gryffindor's, the sleepy bunch of sixth year Slytherin's made their way into the classroom of History of Magic.
"Is there anything even more boring than this class?"
"Don't think so, really.." once in a while, she took notice of a date or something important on her parchment from Binn's boring speech, but other than that, Ten was planning the next strategy for the Slytherin team. "Draco seems to think the same way. He's not here."
After scanning the room, the black haired girl reached to the same conclusion, "He's not here!"
Her best friend giggled, "Is there an echo in here?" a slap on her arm was her reply.
"Anyone invited you to the ball yet?" after some minutes, the silence had gotten to her. Typical Iris; short patience.
"Roger Kraven from Ravenclaw and Micklos Haslam from Gryffindor. As sweet as they were, I turned them both down. You?"
"Blaise Zabini."
"And?"
"Same as you." A yawn escaped them both at the same time. They chuckled.
"Waiting for someone special, are we?" her bright blue eyes were twinkling once again. Not a good sign.
Iris frowned, "No. And what about you? Waiting for Potter to send you another owl?"
She rolled her eyes. Contrary to what Draco had said, in the past Friday, the last night of detention, nothing had gone wrong, and she and Harry had finished the job with no problem. "Waiting for Draco to come and sweep you off your feet in his broom?" the tone in her voice was suggestive.
"Just what exactly is between the both of you? It seems as if you're plotting with him against me!"
The prefect laughed as quietly as she could, "There's nothing between us beside a new born friendship. And I'm just stating an obvious attraction."
Her silver eyes widened, "I am not-" the sharp kick to her shin made her voice lower to a vehement whisper, "I'm not, nor will I ever be, attracted to Draco fucking Malfoy!"
"You may be throwing curses and hexes at him, my dear, but nevertheless, let's not forget that you are thinking of him when you do so." A knowing smile curved her lips upwards.
That had caught her by surprise. Her arms crossed over her chest as she sulked on her chair, the faintest of blushes upon her cheek bones, "Shut up..."
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"Iris..."
The soft whisper made her smile. The hand trailing up her thigh also helped her wake up fully, a low moan building in her throat.
"Iris."
Louder, yet soothing, yet masculine. His whisper. His voice. His hand. His body. Against hers. "Draco.." Only one thing remained confusing to her... If she was asleep.. And if the birds outside were gently chirping, that meant it was morning. And... What the heck was she doing, sleeping with Draco Malfoy-!
"Iris!"
Said girl sat up right away in her bed, tangled in sweat and her own blankets, her breathing hard. Had she just-? Yup she had... Shit.. This day will turn out very bad, if it started with a dream about that Ferret. Because your day isn't properly ruined unless Malfoy is there to help. Silver hues turned to look at the witch beside her bed, trying to awake her. "What.. You don't need to scream!"
"I didn't. I called you three times. Usually, I only need one. What were you dreaming about?" Ten sat down on the silk black blankets.
"Dream? More like a nightmare... I dreamt with him! Merlin, he even annoys me in my dreams!" as she saw her eyes widening, she frowned, "What?"
The heiress just looked back at her, a secret smile dancing on her rosy lips, Interesting... Even her subconscious is aware of her feelings, except herself. This, I have to tell Draco. It might be good for him to know. Perhaps this one may be his chance.
««Flashback»»
After taking a nice long shower, Tenebrae Dumbledore entered into her bedroom once more. Choosing a pair of light jeans and a silver top, she quickly dressed.
Deciding to let her hair dry on its own instead of blow drying it, she looked around her room one last time before exiting it. It was an early Friday morning. A very promising Friday.
As she passed over his portrait to enter her best friend's, her captain came out, everything missing was his cloak, since he was also coming along for the trip to Hogsmeade. And for a change these days, his hair was slicked back, like back in his first two years. "Why the sudden change yet again, Draco?"
"Good morning to you too. And I just felt like it." The blond crossed his arms over his chest, looking over at her petulantly, but still, he was simply being playful. "Where are you off to?"
"Waking up your soon-to-be girlfriend."
Grey eyes rolled, "You do enjoy saying that a lot lately, do you not?"
She simply flashed him a knowing smile. She had been doing that a lot too, "No need to hide it. By the way, I'll have a few things to do right when we get to Hogsmeade in the Honeyduke's store. But you know what, Iris can't stand being there. She says the smell of all the sugar makes her sick." The heiress giggled, "So obviously she will be outside."
"So?"
"Alone."
That sole word made realization dawn on the boy's face. An unreadable expression quickly took its place as he nodded and walked away.
Hope that's enough. All depends on her now.. The witch sighed quietly. Reaching her room, the unicorn looked up to her.
"Password?"
"Pulchritudo non exsistere." She rolled her eyes, Really, she needs a bit more imagination... 'Beauty does not exist'? What the heck does she mean with that? She entered, immediately hearing the rustle of blankets. Of course, one thousand and one spells were on her portrait to keep others out, but now, she heard everything... Even a muffled moan.
As Ten reached the side of the bed, she could realize that the witch sleeping was blissfully unaware of her presence and had tangled herself in her own blankets. Sweat was running along her skin, her eyes tightly shut.
Probably having a nightmare. I should wake her... "Iris..." That brought a smile upon her face. "Iris."
"Draco.." her reply was a husky whisper, barely heard.
Which put the blue eyed girl grinning. "Iris!"
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"Hu huh... Sure it was a nightmare, Iris."
"What's with the smile?" 'k, so she wasn't really buying it.
"Nothing. C'mon, get up! We're going to have lunch at Hogsmeade, remember?"
"Hn..." turning back to look at her, the prefect was met with her friend still tangled in her sheets, half asleep. She sweatdropped.
Opening the doors of her wardrobe, she quickly spotted the pair of clothes the black haired girl had already chosen the night before. Picking them up, she dropped them nonchalantly on top of the other's head, then quickly pushed the covers off her.
Reluctantly, Iris got up, rubbing her arms in an irritated way, trying to keep warm. The morning was awfully cold. She quickly dressed, though instead of shoes, she chose black boots. Replacing the thrown clothes on her bed that were meant for later that day, she picked up her bag and stood in front of Ten, looking annoyed. "You do realize you just took me out of a very nice slumber, right?"
Those mischievous blue eyes twinkled yet again, "I do, my friend. I know perfectly well what you're talking about. But come on; we need to get moving."
"Right. Herbology. Why do we need that anyway? It's a completely useless class."
They started heading for the Great Hall. "Maybe so, but didn't you want to be a Potions Master?"
"I'll need the herbs, not know how to take care of them or anything."
"So the others will be the ones working for you."
"Exactly!" they both chuckled while sitting comfortably at the Slytherin table. Soon after, they were off to their first class.
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"That is simply-"
"-disgusting."
"And completely-"
"-gross."
Hermione glared at the two girls standing at either side of her. "Will you stop completing my sentences? It's annoying."
The two female Slytherin's grinned at each other before looking back at the supposed 'plant'. Professor Sprout seemed to pay no attention to the shocked faces of her students.
"This, class, is a carnivorous plant, as you can plainly see."
"C-Carnivorous, yes... It feeds in blood." Neville gulped soundly.
"Yes, well.. Those who have scars or recent wounds should be more careful. Do not let your skin uncovered. You won't die, but it's still painful."
Half way through the class, several gasps came from the back of the green-house they were in.
Harry and Ron turned around, soon followed by the two girls sitting behind them. They had been separated in pairs a few weeks ago and each table had now one of the despised plants. Hermione was glaring at Malfoy (she had switched places with Pansy after their teacher caught her helping out Neville), who was holding a small dagger and was glaring at everyone that was looking at them. The Gryffindor prefect was clutching her hand, dark blood pooling around it on the table, which was being happily lapped at by their plant.
Malfoy quickly spoke up, "I. Didn't. Do. It. Granger hurt herself and I ended up with the dagger in my hand. Just that. I didn't hurt her." Most of his classmates didn't believe that, since it came from him.
"That's the truth." Regretfully, Hermione stepped in to defend him. That had them mostly convinced.
"I told you he changed. For the best."
"Just because he doesn't make much trouble nowadays nor does he stand up to call everyone's attention doesn't make him a good person, Ten." Turning around, Iris smiled at the Prince of Slytherin briefly, turning back to the front of the class. "But it does make him a better one."
Both Ten and Draco couldn't be happier with that.
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"Come on!" her friend kept dragging her along. It wasn't technically Iris's fault; she had only visited Hogsmeade one or two times before. It was natural of her taking her time to see everything and after all, she was awfully curious.
They had arrived a few minutes before. Dressed in casual clothes and with a simple thin cloak over their shoulders, they were heading to the Three Broomsticks to have a light lunch. Both girls were wearing comfortable jeans and long sleeved shirts. After quickly taking care of lunch, they were once again walking.
"Okie, so you'll go over to Honeyduke's store while I stay here, pretending to be a post, right?"
Ten giggled, "No need to be so specific, but yeah, that's what you'll be doing. Want anything?"
"You know I never do. Only-"
"Swiss chocolate, I know." With a wink, she left.
The silver eyed witch sighed in boredom, sitting down in a nearby bench. Hope she doesn't take too long. A few minutes later, a shadow loomed over her. Slowly, she looked up. Dr- Malfoy. She stood up, regretting right away her choice of that day's top, which had a slight V-cut. And with him being a few inches taller didn't help the fact. "Hey, Draco."
"Iris." He nodded, the hint of a smile tugging his lips. "May I ask you something?"
"You already did, but go ahead."
"Has someone asked you to the ball?"
She had a feeling of what would come next, but she kept quiet, "Only Zabini, but I said no."
For a moment, anger flashed over those stormy eyes, but it was soon gone. Gently, one of his hands reached up, tilting her chin to look directly into her eyes, "And will you go with me, if I ask you to?"
Though, she had barely heard him. I could get lost in his eyes... They seem to be always changing in pattern and colour. Silver, grey, light blue... At seeing one of his eyebrows rise in question, she snapped back to reality, "It would depend of the situation and the way you asked me." She held back a giggle at noticing the annoyance in his features. Her nature was still of a Slytherin, and therefore, strategic; she had to know the pros and cons before giving a straight answer.
"Fine..." his free arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, their chests now touching. "You prefer this way then.." just a statement, meant to be rhetorical. Draco leaned in, letting his lips graze her earlobe, "Would you give me the honour of being my date for tomorrow's Halloween Ball, Miss Koltchak?"
Right, she had forgotten he had the same type of nature she had. Her breath was caught in her throat as she replied, "Yes. I'd love to." His father was a Death Eater. He had attempted to rape her. He had the Dark Mark on his left wrist. And yet, she forgave him.
His eyes immediately held a different spark on them, one of hope, "When do you wish me to pick you up, my Lady?"
"Hn, about ten minutes after the ball starts, I think it's good."
"Like to arrive fashionably late, do you?" his voice was amused, as were his eyes.
"It's not as if you don't either."
He laughed lightly, "That's true. You know me too well already." Strangely enough, his last words made her blush, albeit he did not know why. "I better get going. See you around." Once more, he leaned forwards, intending to peck her cheek. His calculations went a bit wrong, since his lips pecked the corner of her mouth instead. He quickly pulled away, turning and walking away from her.
When Iris finally sat down, she looked up to see Ten and the Golden Trio glancing back at her. Yet another faint blush appeared upon her cheeks. Hermione and Ron were mostly gaping at the retreating back of Draco, while Harry and Ten were smiling mischievously, in similar ways. She got up, "What?"
The heiress spoke up first, the mischievousness in both her smile and her voice, "Was that Draco Lucius Malfoy flirting with my best friend?"
Silver eyes narrowed, but her blush deepened, "Oh yeah? Let me see..." her eyes closed for a few moments.
Bright blue eyes widened as they realized what she wanted to do. "Ah no you don't!"
The other soon made her way back to them, sulking. She had meant to make Ten relive the memory of Harry asking her to go to the ball. No, she hadn't seen him doing it, but she had a feeling he did. Female intuition kicking in...
Linking their arms together, the brown haired witch flashed a smile at Harry, "See you three around. We have a serious chore to do."
"Yup."
"BUY CLOTHES!" they both shouted happily, walking away.
"Girls..." Ron quirked an eyebrow at them, receiving a slap in the arm from Hermione, "Hey!"
Chuckling, Harry draped both arms over his friends' shoulders, "Though they're right. Come on, you two. Let's go."
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Whistles and cheers were heard everywhere, and having a conversation was next to impossible without having to scream their lungs out.
"AND IT'S NOW WEASLEY WITH THE QUAFFLE, HEADING FOR THE HUFFLEPUFF RINGS! SHE SHOOTS AND- SHE SCOOOOOOORES! 10 POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR, IT'S 90-20, FAVOURING THE LIONS!" More cheers ensued.
Beside two happy-looking Dumbledore's, a black haired witch rubbed her temples. All the noise was making her dizzy. Around so many people, screaming, cheering... She couldn't blame them, but still, her mind was weak in this kind of environment.
"Miss Koltchak, you may go catch a bit of air. It would probably do you some good." The headmaster nodded in comprehension at her.
She smiled thankfully, "Thank you, Professor. I'll be right back." She never noticed two jealous eyes looking at her move.
"Time to get our plan moving, you two. Come on." Three figures left one of the Slytherin stands.
Iris didn't really walk away from the pitch. Just walked around it. The weather was windy, but it wasn't very cold. It was nice to be outside and away from everything and everyone for once.
"...And you know what he did? He kissed her! If his father knew, he'd kill him without a second though, no matter how much he has already trained him."
The hissing voice had caught her attention. Partially. Again, mind you, she was still quite curious. Trying not to make a sound, she walked closer. The voice who had spoken was obviously female. Advancing a few more steps, she was able to see who it was. Three housemates. Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle and Pansy Parkinson. She frowned deeply as she saw the latter.
Parkinson didn't seem to notice her as she kept blabbing to the other two, "...Still it's weird. Last night I saw him return quite early from wherever he was, around 5am. That could only meant he got laid."
Unconsciously, her fists curled, silver eyes glaring at nothing in particular, Calm down, Koltchak, I'm sure it's not him. Parkinson doesn't mean-
"So I suppose Drakie is only interested in getting a good lay from Koltchak. After all, he is charming whenever he wants to be. Then, he'll be on his way. In the end, I will still have him..."
Red. She saw only red. Her lips curled back from her teeth in a silent snarl, He'll never have the chance. I'll make sure of that.
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"In the end, I will still have him." Pansy giggled to herself. From the corner of her eye, she could see Koltchak seething in complete fury. She even understood the girl; she felt the same way after discovering Draco was bedding other girls. But she had a goal and would not, by no means, give up on it. "I was his first. And I'll be his last." After seeing the other witch walk away angrily, she smirked. "First stage, completed. Now, you guys know what to do."
Crabbe and Goyle nodded, before following the retreating girl. For a few minutes, they simply followed, not even caring about being quiet. Not that she had noticed them, since rage was the only thing in her mind.
Iris was climbing up the stairs leading back to Ten and their headmaster, muttering to herself here and there. She never saw them coming. She never noticed who pushed her. She never screamed, simply closed her eyes. "Ego invocaro mei imperium ut non me relinquerent mori ad hunc modum... Quæso, non ad hunc modum..."
Darkness overcame her mind, taking her consciousness with it in an agonising slowness. "I invoke my powers not to let me die this way... Please, not this way..." A tear escaped her, unnoticed, forgotten. "Not without seeing him one last time..."
"Merlin... Koltchak fell!"
"Madam Pomfrey!"
"IRIS!"
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It had been two days since the incident. The Quidditch game had ended a few minutes later, Gryffindor winning, 260-30. Harry had caught the Snitch. In the evening, the ball came and went normally, even if there was a slight tense environment; no one knew exactly what had happened earlier.
It was now Monday, Potions class almost finishing. The ones regularly seen in the Infirmary were Slytherin's, and especially Ten. The heiress had, indeed, gone to the ball with Harry Potter and enjoyed herself the best she could. Not that Draco knew that, since he had refused to go to the ball after knowing what had happened.
Chairs scrapped against the floor as Severus Snape dismissed them.
"And there they go." Hermione straightened up from putting on her back pack, looking at the retreating forms of the Slytherin Prince and the brown haired witch beside him, "It still confuses me.."
"It's natural, since they're Koltchak's friends." In all his normal ignorance, Ron simply shrugged. They both turned to the last element of the Trio.
The boy in question turned to look at them, softly shaking his head, "Ten's her best friend, true, but Malfoy isn't. Lately, she had just.. well, for lack of a better expression, put up with him."
"Though the Ferret seems to be suspecting of anyone nowadays. Did you see just how he glared at everyone at breakfast today!"
"Umm, no... But I didn't mean that, Ron. I think he knows who it was. And I think that he's actually doing something I thought every Malfoy would rather die than admit it."
The red haired boy's head tilted to the side, "Come again?"
"Oh Ron!" the girl smacked him upside the head, "You know... Malfoy has a softer side, even if we still didn't find it anywhere."
He laughed, "What! Malfoy having feelings and being all sensitive like? Merlin, no way!"
By that time, both Slytherin's had arrived to the Hospital Wing.
"Any news, Madam Pomfrey?"
"No, Miss Dumbledore. She's stable, her wounds mostly healed, but I have no idea when she'll wake up."
"Thanks."
The blonde sat on the bed right beside the fallen teen, silently thinking. "I wonder.."
"Wonder what?"
His hand reached up, holding her arm and bringing her face closer to his. "Parkinson. She was the one who did this to her." He whispered quietly, looking at where his hand was touching her arm. "I just don't know how she could do what she did."
"If it was her, it was definitely strange. I mean, just how exactly did she manage to? It's rather hard to surprise Iris. With her powers and all, it's next to impossible." The last part was more to herself than to him, but loud enough for the both of them to hear. As the blue eyed beauty came to realize not three seconds after.
His eyes immediately narrowed, searching hers for an answer, "What do you mean? What powers?"
She quickly looked away, sitting down in front of him at the edge of her friend's bed, but still refusing to look at him, choosing to keep quiet instead.
"I asked you a question."
"I know."
"Then, answer it, Dumbledore!" getting up immediately, Draco glared at her steadily, hands fisted at his sides, "Why? Why are you hiding this from me? I have a right to know-"
"That's her decision, Draco, not mine. I know what you want to know, yes, but I can't tell you. Not without her consent. In time, I'm sure she'll tell you." Ten's voice was quiet and devoid of emotion. She wasn't glaring at him, but she wasn't being nice either, "That is, if you get her trust."
The boy recognized his mistake, "I'm sorry. It's just that... Well, she used those supposed 'powers' on me already."
"What?"
"Not technically, she just used them to make me get out of her room... that night.. Not really against me. I think she let them get out of control back then."
"I see." The bell rang right after her last words. "Well.. I've Muggle Studies now... You?"
"Free time."
She got up, "I'll see you around. You'll stay here, right?" he nodded. "'kay..." passing by him she ruffled his hair, now on its careless messy style again.
Draco quickly shooed her hand away, "Knock it off..."
Giggling to herself, the witch soon left, leaving him alone. Technically speaking. Iris was there, but it was the same if she wasn't. He sighed deeply. This was probably his fault, if Pansy was the responsible.
Twenty minutes later of thinking, he was still in the same position. The sleeping girl... Well, of course she was in the same position too.. His silvery stare returned to her again. Was her hand over her stomach like that?
Her eyebrow twitched. Faintly at first, then more persistent. Until her eyes finally opened, a quiet groan passing her lips.
He instantly got up, holding her hand in his, "Iris?"
Her other hand came up, holding her forehead, "My head... My bloody aching head... You!" seeing him, looking concerned about her, left doubts in her head, but the rage she felt from before overcame her.
Draco was more or less prepared for what would come next. And knowing the fiery temper of hers, he chose to keep quiet instead. Seemingly, she took his silence for a guilty pause.
"You really are something, Mr. Malfoy..." Iris sat up, ignoring the throbbing of her head, "Having the balls to come here after what you did, acting all concerned."
"Whatever rumour you heard... it's not true."
Moving her head to glare at him, she narrowed her eyes, "You make me sick... Stop lying!"
"I'm not. Judge me if you want. But don't blame me for something I didn't do." He started calmly, quietly, and ended in the same way. Although, the tone in his voice held a tinge of rage of his own, his eyes locking with hers with just the same intensity.
"If judge you is what you want me to do, I'll be happy to comply. A cooperative mind always spares me some of the work." her hands grabbed his school robes roughly, bringing him inches away from her face, her eyes that were now storming with an internal fury. His guard was down and she was going to take full advantage of the fact. As the younger Malfoy's mind was raped by her unnatural powers, she found no resistance from his part. In vain, she tried to find that memory of his, the proof she needed, however, a different one caught her attention... Not a normal memory, just thoughts. Simple thoughts of him.
...If Father knew, he'd kill me... Though there's no way I'll let him. He already sold me to the Dark Lord. What kind of a father would do that?...
...Keeping with the same strategy won't work.. Ten's right. We need to strengthen our defence and our attack needs to be even harsher. Just not in such a violent way...
...No, I can't.. I just can't be! How could I let things reach this point? I can't be actually... No, scratch that, Father made sure that wouldn't happen in a million years.. Merlin. There was a long pause after that. Who am I kidding? I bloody love her and I know it.. Damn it, what the hell did you do to me, Iris Koltchak?...
Iris immediately withdrew from his mind, watching him fall to his hands and knees, breathing hard. As his blonde head lifted, she could see the tears brimming those cold, grey eyes ofhis. No, not grey... Silver. Swimming in a sea of emotions. Shame and hurt were the ones she could distinguish more easily. Shame for knowing what she had just witnessed, hurt for her not believing him. He was being honest... He didn't do anything.. "Draco... I'm so sorry.. I-"
No more talk of darkness
Forget these wide-eyed fears.
I'm here, nothing can harm you...
My words will warm and calm you
Let me be your freedom,
Let daylight dry your tears.
I'm here, with you, beside you...
To guard you and to guide you..
"Next time, remember to hear my side of the story too. Not Pansy's. And if you want an advice, don't you ever trust her."
"I didn't know, I'm sorry!"
Say you love me every waking moment..
Turn my head with talk of summertime.
Say you need me with you, now and always
Promise me that all you say is true
That's all I ask of you...
"No, you are not and I would like to say that I don't blame you, though I can't."
"I couldn't know you had feelings for me!" they were both mad. And the argument at hand didn't seem to end very soon.
Let me be your shelter
Let me be your light.
You're safe; no one will find you.
Your fears are far behind you
Both sides were right in their own ways… But both of them were far too proud to admit it to each other. That meant giving in, submitting… Which was not in either of their vocabularies.
All I want is freedom,
A world with no more night.
And you, always beside me,
To hold me and to hide me
Her breathing slowly turned back to normal, the throbbing of her head a simple memory at the moment. But as endless and enticing as his eyes were, her mercury orbs lowered a few inches, taking in his high cheek bones, pale complexion and slightly parted lips. Her eyelids lowered subconsciously as she subtly leaned in.
Say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime...
Let me lead you from your solitude
Say you need me with you here, beside you
Anywhere you go, let me go too..
That's all I ask of you...
Draco had noticed the faint change in her expression and he had certainly noticed the lowering of her eyes and right after, the discreet darken of them, the sudden closeness of her face to his own. Unaware that he was doing the same thing as herself, his eyes trailed down her delicate features, pausing at her lips, her rosy lips.
Say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime...
Say the word and I will follow you...
Share each day with me, each night, each morning
Say you love me...
Tilting his head to the side ever so slightly, he met her half way, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss… at first. He was dominative by nature, his kisses were no different. Placing a hand at the back of her neck, his lips grinded against hers more harshly. A slight smirk formed upon his lips as he heard her moan softly. The tip of his tongue traced her upper lip as he slowly retreated from the kiss. Sucking on her lower lip for a brief moment, he finally pulled back.
Love me...
That's all I ask of you...
Anywhere you go let me go too
Love me...
That's all I ask of you...
Iris was out of breath when he did so. A light blush coloured her cheeks as her eyes slowly opened. Her arms wrapped languidly around his neck, "Thanks... I was needing that."
Another smirk was his reply, "I know. All you needed was to give in, that's all, little one."
She rolled her eyes, "It's beyond me just how does your ego fit in this castle."
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"Can I die out of boredom?"
"Nope."
"Can I commit suicide?"
"Don't you even think about it."
"Fine..." a pause, "Can you kill me?"
"...No."
"Umm... Can I ask someone to kill me then?" all the black haired girl got was a glare in reply.
They were in History of Magic class, and for a change, everyone was bored to tears. It had passed a week since the incident and for now, everything was back to normal.
"It shouldn't be long now, I think." Pausing to stifle a small yawn, Ten smiled at her, "So, now that we have time and no one around to hear us, care to tell me why have you been so happy lately?"
Her friend frowned, giving nothing away and not lifting her eyes from her supposed 'appointments', which were nothing, but small poems, "Don't know what you're talking about..."
"Hmm..." she leaned over to read what she was writing, " 'I don't possess everything I love, but I love everything I possess'... If you want my opinion, you're not normal. That, or you're in love." A grin curved her lips, "And I think I know the right option."
The small little pentagram's last line Iris was doodling at the moment got a bit wrong, as she suddenly looked up, "What!"
"Since last week, you didn't say anything particularly bad about him."
"About Malfoy?"
The other smirked, "See? Without me telling, you already know who I'm talking about." In amusement, she saw her friend bite her lip as not to reply, "You're not going to say I'm wrong, are you?"
"About?" she was getting annoyed, she could tell. She's Scorpio after all... A way to annoy them is to ask them personal questions or questions they don't want to answer.
"About you liking a certain someone. Perhaps more than simply liking."
"You do love to irritate me, don't you..."
"And you enjoy evading my questions."
"It's none of your business, no matter if you're my best friend or not!" after a small pause, she sighed, scribbling something unreadable on her parchment, "So what if I grew found of his company?" after the look she received, she continued, "Fine, fine.. I do have feelings for him. Happy?"
Those bright blue eyes twinkled, "Very."
The bell soon rang, and about time for the sixth year students.
"You go ahead, I don't really enjoy pretending to be a candle for you and Draco, you know."
"So sorry, I forgot to laugh at that joke..." silver orbs rolled as she headed to the exit, where Draco was already waiting for her.
Calmly, Ten gathered her things, walked up to Professor Binns to collect a few more appointments and got out. Glad that the initial rush of students was over, she started to make her way to her next class, Transfiguration. It was on the seventh floor, meaning that she had to climb three floors. Hope the stairs don't remember changing and make my way even longer than it already is.
On the way to the sixth floor, much to her annoyance, the stairs did change. Resisting the urge to slap her forehead, the young woman simply leaned against the railings, waiting for them to stop. Once they did, she quickly climbed the rest of them and looked around. "Great... Sure, I'm on the sixth floor... But the stairs to the seventh are in the other side of the castle!" sighing, she started making her way through the deserted halls.
Upon making that discovery, she soon stopped, Hang on... Deserted! This part of the castle is reserved to Muggle Studies... Ravenclaw's have them at this time.. It's not supposed to be this quiet. Shrugging it off, her pace increased, I don't like crowded spaces, but deserted ones aren't my favourites either... A few more steps ahead, she felt more than saw the torches being put out. A sudden wind.. There's no windows here. And if there was, they wouldn't be opened at this time of the year... And again, her pace increased, now almost a light jog.
As suddenly as she had done so, she stopped. A sound. Quiet, but it was there. A cape flowing. No, a cloak. Yes, a cloak. Somebody's cloak.
"I'm getting too worked up... And over a stupid cloak." Sighing in fake relief, she kept going. Still, something was not quite right. But she was almost there. She could see the stairs up ahead.
Out of no where, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, the free hand of her holder placed tightly over her mouth. For a moment, she even thought it could be someone trying to give her a scare, one of her classmates, but the hand at her mouth and the bruising hold meant something else.
Her eyes widened. NO! She tried to struggle, tried to escape, though whoever was holding her seemed to know what she would do next. Don't know who you are or what you want, but you'll have nothing from me!
"Ah, really? I think I'll have enough. All I want to do is a warning, and you'll be the perfect thing to help me with that." She was surprised by his reply. His, the voice was male indeed. At her surprise, her struggle stopped for a bit. Enough for her captor to take her inside an empty classroom. Enough for him to have time to lock it.
Once that was done, he released her. Ten looked him up and down. Right. A Slytherin. A seventh year. There's no way I'll let you get close to me again...
"Keep thinking that, beautiful; what I have in mind for you involves a lot of physical exploration."
Adverting her eyes at hearing the innuendo, she still couldn't help but wonder how the heck could he read her thoughts. The only one capable of that is Iris... That was what I thought before, of course.
Outside, her classmates were passing by slowly, heading for the stairs to their next class. Little did they know what was happening in that small classroom...
…TBC…
Thanks to:
Tenebrae Rosa: well, thnx 4 reviewing the 3 chaps & liking it all xDD & no spelling mistakes either? Wow, I'm getting good at this xD
Dark: Done. Not one of my best, but good nevertheless. Next Sunday, next chap will b up.