Part II
"Once upon a time," someone spoke, "there was a little girl who was an only child and lived with her grandfather. She was an innocent witch, who loves Quidditch and learning new languages that every cell in her body was filled with joy. But one day she fell in love and found that her crush was walking in a dark night and decided to follow."
"Bad choice," a boy rolled his eyes. The storyteller nodded.
"She found out who was her crush was meeting with, and then there was a loud bomb and everything went black. When she woke up, she noticed she had black wings and knew instantly that she was cursed and one by one did the back feathers fall until she was rotted to death."
Loud cheers erupted; whistling was heard as the whole room applauded. The girl, long, dark green hair with soft, pale green eyes bowed, doing a small curtsey with her matching pale green dress. Her full red lips curled into a smirk, as she was satisfied with her so-called 'bedtime story'.
Pale green orbs, looked at each student one-by-one and up to the side of the room where the teachers were stood, also applauding, until her eyes locked gaze with a pair of amber, looking down at her in amusement. It has only been a moment and already she could feel heat burning up inside her abdomen. She noticed, what seems to be an eternity that the owner of the amber eyes was getting closer and closer until he was about an inch from her. He clicked his index finger and thumb together, snapping her out of her trance.
The girl blinked and looked around, noticing it was empty except for the two of them and grinned looking back at the young man.
"Day dreaming again, love?" his husky voice asked.
"Is it a crime to do so?" she answered with her own question. A finger ran down her cheek. Pale green orbs were closed. The same finger ran down her jaw, to her neck and down her chest. The girl held her breath as the heat temperature increased inside of her. The owner of the moving finger grinned at the sight and suddenly became daring. He ran his finger up and down her exposed cleavage, making her moan so quietly it was almost inaudible.
He leaned it, licking her dry lips and she parted them, waiting. But it never came. Instead she felt the strings of the neckline pulled away, its material grazing her skin and she waited for the next move.
The boy picked her up, his arms wrapped around her bare legs and walked towards a bed behind her, placing her gently on the soft mattress. The same pale green orbs opened, locking gaze with a dark amber orbs and she smirked.
"Finally want to do it, huh?" she whispered. "After how many years?"
His answer was a grunt and he bent low, kissing her harshly, plunging his tongue through her slightly parted lips. Immediately, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. They both moaned as their tongues made contact. Licking around her mouth, the owner of the amber orbs placed his weight on his elbows and knees and then broke the heated kiss. He looked over her flushed face and smirked, his eyes completely pitch black with a ting of amber through them. Desire and lust was pumping in his veins.
"Alex," she whispered, her pale green eyes now darken to forest green: an indication that lust was inside of her. Wanting more, she placed a hand on his nape and kissed him roughly, lifting her hips up against his. They both groaned at the contact, their pelvis grinding.
Alex let out a small growl deep within his throat. 'She's trying to take over' he thought, grinning to himself. 'I'll make her drive insane.' He placed most of his weight on his legs and while kissing her tender lips he ran a hand down her lower leg. Immediately, he heard a moan against his lips.
The kiss was broken from lack of air as they both gasped for breath. They stared at each other, the girl's arms by her side, Alex's hand running up and down her leg. She tilted her head back in sensation, feeling the heat reaching her climax, wanting a sweet release. She growled his name and felt both of her shoes taken off and immediately she knew…
Getting off her, Alex placed himself on the bed beside her feet. He ran a hand down the bottom of her feet, earning a small giggle.
"Ticklish are we?" he drawled. He leant down and kissed each of her toes and started his journey. Dragging his lips down the side of her foot, he kissed her ankle as he reached there. He nibbled at a spot above that, and began showering her lower leg with kisses, going up her knee.
From there, he kissed the spot going up to her thighs. He could hear her rapid breathing, sometimes coming in short gasps and knew he was driving her insane. His goal was completed but that doesn't mean he has to stop his fun. He kisses around the thighs and moved himself between her legs. He rubbed small circles in her inner thigh and could feel heat coming from that spot, knowing she want a sweet release desperately, and fast. The pale green eyes shut tight and the owner let out a growl, tilting her head back.
Smirking, Alex now started to massage her inner thigh, watching her, teasing her and then knelt down kissing a spot right beside her nether regions. The girl felt butterflies in her stomach and gasp at his ministrations. It's the only way she could react. And it was just a beginning. Alex did the same thing to her other leg earning a growl and some moans. But he was starting to feel it too: the heat burning in his lower abdomen. And he knows what she wants, for he wants it too.
He went back on top of her, his weight on his leg as he straddled her, sitting on her legs.
"Eliza," his lips whispered. The owner pale green pools, Eliza, moan in respond still breathing in short gasps. With one hand beside her petite frame, Alex used the other hand to rub her sides, earning a giggle. Wasting no time, he moved his hands to his lover's back, pulling the strings at her nape and at the bottom of her dress, taking her green robes off her, revealing her bare frame. Alex licked his lips in anticipation.
It was just how he had imagined, except far more beautiful to look at… to stare at… her skin as white as snow; her lips as red as blood; her face filled with pale green eyes, rosy cheeks; her neck long and slender; her shoulders small and strong; but the one thing he loves to stare and tease was her round breast. It was not big, nor was it small… just perfect to his sight and only to his sight.
Alex felt the heat growing more intense than he have ever felt before and continued his journey and started from the top. He pecked her forehead, the tip of her nose, earning a small giggle, and then captured her lips with his swiftly. Eliza responded immediately, her hands in his hair, playing with his brown strands, and sometimes fisting them. But it was short and quick.
Breaking the kiss, he continued: down her jaw and her neck nipping at her collarbone. No respond. Or maybe it was inaudible. He didn't know. He licked on a spot between the nerves, making the skin soggy before biting it down, the red liquid pouring out slowly. He sucked it all, stopping the flow, earning a groan. Leaving one body part out of the ministrations, he went straight to her chest.
Eliza's breathing was to the limit. Every time she feels his lips against her skin go lower and lower, her breathing gets faster and faster, the heat not doing any help as the temperature increased.
Alex stopped just above her breast, and smirked to himself. He showered her breast with small kisses, avoiding her nipple until it was time. He did the same to the other breast and once he finished he took one of the sensitive bud between his lips and sucked.
His sucking had no rhythm. It was fast; slow; soft; hard; no rhythms at all, never letting his lover follow the rhythm. And that wasn't all. If the sucking wasn't enough, Alex placed the other sensitive bud between his thumb and index finger, playing with it. It was more than enough to drive Eliza insane. She was growling; moaning; groaning; fisting her hair, trying to stop; NO! Wanting a sweat release. She lifted her hip, grinding against his, hinting him; telling him.
Alex ignored the sign, grinning to himself, making Eliza frown. He stopped sucking one bud and went onto its twin, doing the same thing. But he brought up his free hand and massaged the former. Time went by and it came. The only one thing they both wanted desperately, since the day they set eyes on each other for the very first time.
He straddled her once again and locked gaze. Amber with pale green and no sound was heard for the question and the answer was already given. Alex pulled down her panties, and then took off his attire, which he hadn't done at the beginning and sat between her legs. He continued to stare at her, hands on her hips to balance him and enter her in one, fast thrust. At the same time, the girl lifted her hips
Despite the fact that it was their first time having sex, the pain was bearable, as if they have done it a million times. It may not be normal for us, but to them it is.
Alex began to pick up speed, slowly reaching his climax, feeling as if he was in heaven. Sweat was pouring down his skin but he also feels his partners climax and he knew…
In and out he went with every thrust he gain speed and with every thrust they were both closer to the climax until that one last hit…
Eliza arched her back and let out a scream, calling his name. Alex was doing the same, grunting her name in her ears before crashing on top of her, his energy failing him. In that position did they stay until the next morning, unnoticed by anyone, to their satisfaction.
-00-
The brunette was halfway up the grand staircase when she felt heat inside her abdomen, and she jerked her head to the window, looking up at the now dark sky, the sun already set. She wondered why she was feeling this all of a sudden. She doesn't have any mental connection with anyone; she doesn't have any empathy ability.
She let out a breath as she felt the heat gave way, feeling normal once again and continued her way up three flights of stairs. Her hair sway from left to right lightly with every step, her sapphire eyes blinking from time to time and with a bag over her right shoulder. Ignoring everyone around her, she let her mind drift off to a world full of imagination. But often it was interrupted with a certain someone who has black hair and soft chocolate brown eyes.
Ten frowned. But it was forgotten as she felt a pain on her forehead. She got out of her daydream and could hear howls of laughter behind her. She turned around and glared at the group of Slytherins, Malfoy included.
"That's the umpteenth time you bumped into me," someone said in amusement.
Ten turned to the golden gargoyle she bumped into. She had indeed been daydreaming and lost track of time, that she just noticed she was on the third floor.
"Sorry. My mind keeps on drifting," she spoke rubbing her sore spot.
"I'm not surprised," he chuckled. Ten rolled her orbs.
"Sugar quill," she muttered. Immediately there was noise as the gargoyle began to spin, an elevator of stairs following. Stepping on one of the steps, Ten waited until she arrived at the mahogany door and entered without knocking.
Immediately she entered into a room filled with rich red and brown materials, sparkles here and there. Right in front of her, almost at the top was a golden balcony, leading to a personal library and bedroom. The stairs connected to it ended up beside a small perch, where a rich red phoenix slept, its head underneath its wings. All around the rooms there were many cupboards and portraits of past head teacher of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And also finally there was a large desk in which her grandfather sat behind it.
"Evening, grandfather," Ten chirped.
"Good evening, Tenebrae" greeted Dumbledore, looking up from the Daily Mail, a muggle newspaper he was reading just to smile at his granddaughter. "How is my princess doing today?"
"Fine," she smiled back. She entered the room fully and gave a peck on his cheek. She then strode over to the bird of grace, Fawkes, and stroked his head.
Fawkes opened his golden beak and let out a few melody notes. Ten grinned.
"It is always angelic to see a smile on a beautiful face," someone said. The two Dumbledores turned to the entrance of the office. There stood, closing the door, was the brunette's best friend's cousin, the new DADA professor.
"David," beamed the heiress. She then realized what his status was and cleared her throat. "I mean, Professor Koltchak,"
David chuckled. "Hi," he winked, causing Ten's cheek to go pink.
"Welcome," greeted Dumbledore getting up. "Everything is prepared for the study."
Ten looked at her grandfather. "What do you mean?"
"Apparently, Professor McGraw has got some business to attend so Professor Koltchak gladly volunteered. You will continue your lessons and you won't have to stay for three hours tonight," explained the headmaster.
"Make sense since he is Russian," nodded the brunette. Shifting her bag onto her other shoulder, the heiress walked up the stairs and entered the study room.
What was dark was now lit. The torches were filled with flames, giving out light. The fireplace was lit, giving off enough heat. On either side of the doorway was a large cupboard filled with books. Beside one cupboard were hangers where Ten placed her cloak and walked across the dark green carpet. She reached her mahogany desk, where her inkpot, quills and parchments lay on one corner, her Russian textbook piled neatly in the other corner.
The heiress took out her wand and conjured a spare chair.
"We've got enough resources for my lesson. If you want other books that are not here, there's a mini library opposite," she explained. She picked up her Russian course book. "But this is what I usually use anyways."
David, who stood at the doorway all this time, walked across the room. With every step he took, the brunette realized her heart was pumping faster. The young adult was now an inch away from her and he raised his hand to stroke one of her fair cheeks.
The girl drew in a breath at the gesture unnoticed by the figure opposite her. Then he spoke in a quiet, husky voice, "we should get started. Time is ticking away."
Ten absently nodded and felt his presence moved. She got out of her trance and sat down beside the owner of the chocolate-brown eyes, reaching for her textbook.
"I don't know how good you are at this so we're going to have a small conversation and see where you are up to," explained the professor.
Ten took a deep breath.
"Hello," she spoke in soft Russian. "My name is Tenebrae Dumbledore. I am sixteen years old and my birthday is on 27th February. I have two parents, both dead so I love with my grandfather. I am an only child.
"My favorite foods are all made by Hogwarts and I love playing Quidditch. Quidditch, in fact, is my passion and my liking towards that sport is strong. There were several times when I had injuries but I was up and running the next day."
She stopped there. It may be short but it was effective.
"Well done. Within three years, you have learnt the introduction, food sports, and body parts in proper detail," David nodded.
Ten blushed lightly.
"Any idea what to do next?" she asked bravely.
"Well we can continue where you left of would be a start," answered the professor. Ten nodded in agreement and opened the page of her course book to the last page about body parts.
-00-
An hour and a half later did Ten receive her Russian language and she was proud of herself. Learning Russian for the past three years made the missed lesson easy and was done within half an hour. In other words Ten was able to cramped two lessons in an hour and a half's lesson with ease.
She let out a tired sigh as a snake portrait appeared in front of her down in the cold dungeons.
"Parselmouth," she suddenly yawned. The red eyes of the silver snake glowed and the door of the common room creaked open.
A room of green and silver mixed with black furniture greeted her eyes. There was a large fireplace, green flames dancing, on one side of the room; couches of leather black were seated in front. A large space was in the middle of the room for the students to move about and on the other side of the room were tables and chairs for students to do their homework.
All around the room, nailed on the walls were many portraits. The brunette walked across the room towards a picture of a forest, home of the fairytale pixies, their wings shooting out colorful orbs like a rainbow.
"Beauty of the Beast," she said. The black fairy, whom seems to be the leader, appeared in the middle of the portrait and winked at her mistress, opening the door.
The heiress stepped on the black marble ground of her bedroom. On her right was a fireplace; above that a portrait of her family and ancestors, including her parents and grandfather; beside that a bookshelf with stories and spell books. In front of her were two desks; one for her homework, the other her dressing table. On her left was a queen-size, four-poster bed covered in black curtains embroidered in silver thread. Beside that was a double door leading to the balcony. There was another door beside it leading to the bathroom en suite.
The brunette unclasped her cloak, letting it fall to the ground with a soft swoosh. She then unbuckled her boots and placed it in a space beside the bookshelf. Ten dragged her legs across the room and plopped onto her bed, unaware if the figure hidden in the shadows… until it spoke.
"Ten?" a croaky voice spoke out. Ten snapped her eyes opened as it was closed when she was lying on the bed and sat up. She stared into space at the location she though the voice came from. Indeed someone spoke in that direction, for the source of the voice came out of the shadows.
It was Iris, her eyes dull and she was shaking uncontrollably.
"Iris!" Ten practically screamed, running towards her. She hugged her best friend tight to stop her from shaking and lead her to her bed. "Are you OK? What happened?"
"Oh, Ten," the black-headed girl sobbed. "Malfoy. He… he raped me."
The bright blue eyes widen at the answer she received and anger was burning in her. And then her friend began to speak again.
"I was in my room, slightly tired from the day…"
FLASHBACK
Ten and Iris bid each other goodbye as soon as they exited the Great Hall after dinner that day. While Ten went up the grand staircase to her grandfather's office for an extra three hours of modern language, Iris trudged down to the dungeons to the Slytherin common room. After walking down the stairs and down the cold, damp corridor, a portrait of a snake was in front of her and she gave the password (Parselmouth).
The red eyes of the silver snake glowed and the portrait creaked opened noiselessly and the black-headed girl entered, stretching her arms during the process as tiredness claimed her body. Ignoring the atmosphere around her, she went straight to one of the portraits hanging on the wall: a shallow field with nothing but a black horse bang on in the middle, eating grass, a stubborn aura around him. He looked up, his black beady eyes staring emotionless at the girl, waiting.
"Watch as I rise to a whole new height," she spoke. The horse bowed its head in pride and the door swung open effortlessly. Iris stepped into her bedroom: a black floorboard, with green walls and curtains. Black furniture around the room providing all of her prize possession and a four-poster bed in the middle of the room, against the wall, covered with green curtains embroidered with silver thread.
She did what she normally does when she enters her bedroom: she took of her cloak and placed it on a chair with a soft swoosh as it made contact with the ground. Her shoes and socks were taken off next; then her jumper and her green and silver tie were next.
Not bothered to start on her homework (transfiguration: an evaluation of the spell), Iris immediately laid down on her bed, unaware of a dark presence, waiting to enter. She had just closed her eyes when she began to feel drowsy, not with tiredness, but with something else she couldn't place.
Heat was beginning to fill her from within her abdomen and the tension between her inner thighs began to thicken. She moaned so quietly she can barely hear it herself. She placed her hand underneath the skirt to rub the tension and heat away but the more she rubs, the worse it got. She didn't notice her balcony door opened nor the boy who entered her territory.
Draco Malfoy looked around the room as if he owned it before his eyes resting on the female figure, smirking lightly to himself. He is fully aware of her reaction for he was the caster of the spell. He took off his top and shoes now only in his black slacks and advanced on the black-headed witch. He crawled onto the bed and straddled her, sitting on her legs. Immediately Iris stopped rubbing her nether region, letting her arms rest on either side of her, subconsciously fist the mattress.
The blonde heir went straight ahead and caught her lips with his harshly. Him being the dominant as he is, he easily plunged his tongue between her parted lips straight away and moaned at the contact of the two tongues. Nothing happened for a while; Iris wasn't responding. 'No matter,' he thought.
Wasting no time, he began to fumble with her shirt, undoing the buttons, while he started teasing her. Sucking on a spot on her neck, he left a reddish mark, while hearing the girl moaned. He dragged his lips down, concentrating on her collarbone while his nimble fingers unbuttoned the last one, opening her shirt. He didn't take it off, since he won't go that far…
Malfoy nipped here and there, a smirk on his lips against her skin every time the witch moaned and groaned. She was starting to thrash her head from side to side. He then went down to her shoulder and sucked it enough for the blood to flow. Iris gasped and tears began to sting her eyes as her mind began to register on what's going on.
Draco got up, resting some of his weight on the girl's legs and looked at his handiwork. Iris was breathing in short, soft gasps, and sweat all over her forehead, her hair plastered onto it. There was a reddish mark on her neck and on her shoulder. Her shirt was undone, exposing her chest.
Draco Malfoy was surprised to see she wasn't wearing a bra but he smirked nonetheless. He leant forward once again going to her breast and Iris whimpered, waiting for the torture. She wants to stop this, but her body wouldn't let her; not when she's still under the spell. She hissed at the feeling as the boy's tongue made contact with her left nipple.
The blond heir rest both his hand either side of her body and after licking her left nipple he placed it between his mouth and sucked. His sucking had no rhythm, not letting Iris get used to the feeling: it was fast; slow; harsh; soft at different rate. The witch lifted her hip, grinding her against his, making him stop and groaned. But the wizard did not stop. He did the same treatment to her right nipple, until he was satisfied did he stopped and returned his attention to her lips.
He kissed her once more, a bit gentler, secretively resting his hand over her region. And that was that. Iris arched her back and let out a small scream, while her mind drifted into heaven and back again in a few seconds journey. Draco continued to kiss her but something was wrong. 'She's not responding.' He thought. He broke the kiss, his lips hovered above hers by a centimeter and from then on, did she finally break free.
"Get off," she hissed.
Draco Malfoy did as he was told and was standing on one side of the bed, his back to the balcony door.
"How dare you," Iris continued. She got up and did her first top three buttons, covering her breast. Her eyes were now dark filled with anger and her mouth curved, showing off her fangs both she and Ten inherited. "Get out," she finally said, her inner power revealed slightly opening the balcony doors.
Draco Malfoy didn't need telling twice as he immediately left, after collecting his clothing. Not once did he look back. Iris let out a shaky sighed and immediately got changed properly. She quickly and quietly headed out of her bedroom and straight into Ten's room, where she can easily feel secure and find comfort even if the brunette is not around yet.
END OF FLASHBACK
"And that's how it happened."
Iris was sitting on the bed, back leaning against the wall, her tears forgotten as she spoke her last word.
"That bastard," Ten roared. "He had no right. And here I thought his family and he have honors." Ten's angered eyes were quickly substituted into worry as she looked over at her friends. "And you? How are you feeling now?"
"I don't know," the black-headed witch sighed. "I'm still confused as to how I began to feel that heat before he came."
This question also pondered the heiress. 'He couldn't use any potions, since we haven't learnt anything like that at the moment. But what if…'
A soft giggle entered her ears and she looked up to see her silver-eyed girl holding up a wand.
"Is that…" asked Ten. Without getting an answer, she grabbed for the wand, withdrawing her own and placed the tips together: immediately green sparks flew different directions.
"Amazing," the brunette breathed. "He made his own spell on you to make you feel lust." She quickly glanced at her friend's horror face and quickly put her to sleep using the sleeping spell, letting her rest on her bed, before setting out on a mission to find young Mister Malfoy.