Chapter Three
It was midnight when Greg finally apparated into her room and scared the shit out of her. She had been slightly dozing on the couch, not wanting to move to the bed when he woke her up.
"Greg, dammit!" she screamed. "Why the hell did you do that?"
"Shh," he chided her. "You'll wake the whole floor screaming like that. I came to tell you that the boss wants something again."
"All right," she prompted when he stopped.
He smirked. "What'll you give me for it?"
She sighed and asked, "What do you want?" But she already knew what he was going to say.
His smirk widened into a lecherous grin. "Where's the bed?"
"Yours is back in you loft, I assume," she subtly rejected.
"The couch is fine then," he said hopefully.
"I can wait and talk to him," she decided. "Good night, Greg," she said as she stood up. "You know where the door is, I presume?"
She didn't see Greg roll his eyes as he said, "He needs the book, Chrissy."
She stared at him. "Forget it, no way. Not. Going. To. Happen."
"He said you'd say that," Greg reasoned. His smile turned malicious. "And he said that in that case, he has Pierce."
Her heart skipped a beat and her stomach shriveled. "You're lying," she whispered, immediately searching his gaze for the truth.
"I've seen him with my own eyes, Chrissy," Greg told her. One short burst of legilimency and she knew he was being honest.
"I don't have it with me, Greg," she lied. In truth, it was in the bottom of her suitcase.
"Then get it," Greg said. He was no longer flirting. "Or he'll start hacking away at your friend."
"I need time," she continued. There was no emotion in her voice even though fear was trying to choke her.
"I can buy you a week," Greg told her. Then he smiled that usual smirk. "For a price."
She shook her head. "Fuck you, Greg," she snarled.
"That's the idea."
"How about something different?" she compromised, looking disgusted at him.
He smiled even brighter and it turned wolfish. "What did you have in mind?"
She leaned on her right foot and put a hand on her hip. "What do you think?" she asked harshly.
"We have a deal then," he conceded as he unbuckled his belt and reached for his fly.
She took a few steps forward and fell onto her knees.
"No biting," he warned.
With a shiver of revulsion, she nodded and reached for his cock. She hated the fact that she was going to do this.
*
Ten minutes later, Greg was gone and she was in the bathroom disinfecting her mouth and throat by drinking an alarming amount of mouth wash.
'I don't know what he eats, but damn,' she thought. 'A few fruits and veggies wouldn't hurt him.'
*
She was back in the store the next day, and Tom was pissed. Aroused and needing her, definitely, but still angry at her.
And she had the gall to ask for him directly. She was in all black today and despite the summer heat her shirt had a high neck. She looked pissed as well.
"Hey, Tommy Boy," she said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"Yes, miss?" he said formally. She seemed to see his anger.
"Relax, big boy, we'll finish yesterday later," she said with a wink. "Right now, I'd like to sell something to you."
"Really? Pray, tell," he implored as though bored.
She pulled a large brown paper package out of her bag and set it on the table. "I give you libro de magia maligna," she said, her transition to Spanish was flawless.
"Really?" And that is?"
"A very important book that I want to get rid of. What will you give me for it?"
"Nothing. I don't care if it's important, he told her. It only needed to be dark.
"It's filled with black magic that even your grendel…something doesn't know," she tried to persuade him.
"I don't believe you," he said simply. But she had perked his interest. "Why don't you show me?"
"Can't," she told him.
He cocked an eyebrow at her, "And why not?"
"Opening it is not a good idea," she explained.
"Wait, even opening it is evil?"
"Yes," she said brightly as she nodded.
"That's bullshit," he dismissed. "Goodbye, Chris," and he turned around.
"Tom, I need to get rid of this book and I don't think you realize how much," she warned. When he turned to look at her, she was playing with that blue band around her wrist. Then he realized, it was too small to slide off, and there was no clip on it. Just a smooth, round band. Something was wrong, and that appealed to him in a way he wasn't altogether sure he liked.
"On a scale to one to ten, how valuable is this book?" he asked.
"Thirty. It's priceless, and there's a lot of really bad people who want to get a hold on it," she said quickly, hopefully.
"Want it enough to kill you for it?" he asked, making sure.
She nodded.
"We'll give you four hundred for it," he decided, and the tension that seemed to be holding her up melted as he gave her the money and put the book under the counter for later inspection. Later, personal inspection.
"Thank you, Tom," she said with a smile.
He nodded, and then changed the subject. "You're getting on the train for Hogwarts tomorrow?"
"Yeah," she said. Now that the book wasn't in her possession, she seemed a little disoriented. She looked up into his eyes, and he saw that something was wrong. He wanted to know why, but wouldn't ask. She smirked, but he could see that she didn't mean it. "You want to finish what we were doing yesterday?"
Yes, he did. He was hard and ready. Then looked her up and down. She seemed to like him, and he needed eyes at Hogwarts. If he could get her to tell him what was going on, what Dumbledore was doing…
"How's tonight?" he asked with his own grin.
"I'll meet you at the Leaky Cauldron," she told him. "Around seven?"
"Sure."
"Good."
He looked around to make sure that they were alone in the store, and then gestured to her. She leaned forward onto the glass. "Yes?"
Without preamble, he kissed her innocently, and then pulled back before letting it get too far.
She pulled back as well and smiled.
"See you later Tom," she said and she winked again.
His cock throbbed when she grabbed his hand and rubbed her thumb along his palm. "Don't keep me waiting," she said before letting go.
She left, and again, her hand lingered on the door, showing off that mysterious blue bracelet.