Chapter 3: The Pile on the Floor

I sat upright in Draco's bed waiting for him; I knew what he would be wanting once he found me. I braced myself as I heard the door click and open, but it was not Draco that entered; it was Lucius.

I quickly snatched the covers up to my neck trying to hide my revealing lacey underwear from the wretched man. "Get out of here!" I demanded, giving Lucius the dirtiest of looks.

Lucius stepped around Draco's four-poster drawing closer to me. "Not before I've had my say… I don't know why you have taken such a keen interest in my son, but know this," he began pointing a finger at me, "you do not fool me. I don't know what you're up to, but once I do, you will be very, very sorry that you got involved with my son."

"You don't scare me Lucius, but I can understand why you would think that I don't really love Draco, you think that everyone is only out for personal gain and glory. Well Draco doesn't think like you do! You think that I've latched onto Draco in hopes of winning over the Dark Lord? Let me tell you something…" I continued quietly, "I don't need to be with Draco to win over the Dark Lord or to share his glory; I want to be with him because of the way he treats me. He thinks I'm special," I went on, "he loves me, he trusts me, and I trust him."

Lucius looked me up and down knowingly, "You've blinded him with your lies!" he spat. "You've made him weak, you've affected his judgment-He's too young-too foolish to resist you." Now Lucius looked upon me with not hatred, but fear.

I simply smiled, "your son is under no spell, he is quite the same as he always was; in fact he-" but at that very moment the door swung open and Draco entered the room. He paused in the doorway, his eyes darting from me to Lucius. He closed the door and looked at his feet, no one spoke.

When Draco lifted his head I could see the traces of embarrassment on his face. "You're wanted downstairs father," he said. Lucius paused to whisper something in his son's ear before flinging open the bedroom door and storming out of the room. Draco slowly closed it and turned to face me. His pale face broke into a mischievous smile.

"C'mere," I said, playfully patting the space of bed beside me. Draco slunk over to the bed and sat very close to me; he hovered over me for a second, and then kissed me deeply running his hand along my cheek and then my neck. His kisses turned feverish as his hand roamed farther south, discovering my lacey, revealing garb. We broke apart and he pulled the covers off of my body.

He looked upon me with hunger in his eyes and I could see his chest rising and falling quickly with excitement. I laughed airily as I pulled him onto me, ripping his cloak off and throwing it onto the floor. He groaned deeply as I arched my back against him and sucked a spot on his neck. I gripped his hips with my legs and flipped him over, straddling him. I looked into his face as I began unbuttoning shirt, to find him looking back at me with a very serious expression on his face. "Well what's the matter?" I asked him, sliding my legs down his body to lie on top of him.

"What were you and my father talking about?" He asked simply.

"He thinks I don't really love you," I admitted truthfully.

"Do you?" He asked and I pretended to be burned by his words, drawing away from him. "I'm sorry," he added, "It's just- well, there are some things that don't really make any sense to me."

"Like what," I asked him knowing what was coming.

"Well why is it that my father doesn't trust you, but the Dark Lord does? How does my father even know you? He's never spoken of you before." His voice was accusatory. I gathered my strength and tried to suppress the nervousness bubbling in my stomach.

"Your father is jealous of how much the Dark Lord confides in me, he has suspected me of treason ever since I was teemed up to work with Severus 16 years ago when we were spying on Dumbledore-" but Draco cut across me.

"Wait-16 years ago, but that must mean that you're-" he mused.

"-much older than you thought I was. I know." I said looking at him sympathetically, "I should have told you."

"And just exactly how old are you then?" he demanded.

"Draco," I smiled. "Why do you think the Dark Lord has such a keen interest in me? Hmm?" I laughed slightly at the confused look on his face. "Darling, even though I'm only half Vampire, the powers of my father still run in my veins. I will not age, nor will I die unless I am killed a certain way."

"How?" Draco asked curiously.

"The only way that a Vampire can be killed" and I pounded my fist against my breast in demonstration of piercing my heart. I then laughed it off when a concerned look crossed Draco's face. "It doesn't matter to you how old I am, does it Love?" I then reached my hands behind my back and unclasped my brassier, pulling it down my arms and flicking it onto the floor to land beside Draco's shed cloak. I then pushed him down onto the bed, and straddled him once more. "Or do you still need more convincing?" I asked letting my hands run along his beltline.

Draco's mouth hung open, and I could hear his irregular breathing heighten as he shook his head timidly. I bit my lower lip as I traveled up him and ripped his shirt from his form sending it too to the floor. He crushed his face into mine, and as I felt his eager tongue in my mouth, I repressed the urge to gag; he was drowning me. So instead I pulled away and traveled down his body to unzip his pants and pull them off his legs. They joined the small pile formed on the floor.

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