Lolissa woke with to the sun's burning rays, she groaned, she wasn't ready to wake up. She turned around to see Erick standing over her. She turned around again to have the sun pear through her eyes. She gave a low grunt and turned back to Erick.
"Wake up, you are still training," he snapped. She sat up at once. Erick wasn't the sweet, nice guy she thought; actually he was as strict in her training as any other cold faced master would be. Yes, he was too her master for now. She got out of bed without need of a second order. She entered the bathroom and began to brush her teeth. She got dressed in her usual training outfit; which consisted of a leather strapped corset and very short leather shorts. As fast as she could (it was never good to keep Erick waiting) she ran to the training hall where Erick waited. Soon as she entered Erick signaled for her to come closer and she knew her training was about to begin. Her knife appeared in her hand as it began to transform into a wand.
"Make an incantation and I'll block-Be quick," he instructed she nodded her head.
He had taught her many incantations in the past week in their training and this was her test…she needed to prove herself...prove that she had more in her than to kill as vulgarly as a muggle. She whispered the spell but before it traveled two inches he had blocked it. And she was sent to the floor without any movement of his lips. She instantly got back up again to show him she felt no pain. Another blue light shot from her wand but too late he blocked it and she was sent to the ground again. Repeatedly a spell was shot a thud was heard. Lolissa was now out of breath, he had blocked all her spells and she couldn't understand why...he hadn't even moved his lips.
"Do we call it a day?" Erick said kindly.
"No." Lolissa snapped, she wasn't just about to end this without being able to throw him to the ground as he had done so many times to her today.
"As you wish," he said and signaled her to start. She concentrated. And barely moving her lips a red light fired form her wand, he wasn't fast enough to block but to dodge it he was. She groaned. She had to admit it was something, but not nearly good enough. But the truth was that she was exhausted she couldn't believe she actally was a bit faster when she was just so exhausted. Her conscience was fading...she was losing conscience. But she had to stay awake something was telling her to sleep to fall into darkness, into her dream world. She didn't like that voice in her head, it wasn't her, well it was her but yet it wasn't.
"She's doing it again," she whispered to herself as she brought her hands to her head pressing them both hard against her head. She didn't hear his footsteps but he was right next to her as he whispered something soothing to calm her. But it was too late when she sensed it this time, she took advantage of her struggling and was now coming free. Lolissa fell to the floor as the whispering blackness took over her.
"It had to happen sooner or later." Draco sighed as he watched Lolissa in deep slumber. Erick nodded his head. There were so many thoughts running through his head. There was him being the next Dark Lord, something he felt proud of. Something, even if hard to believe made him twice as cocky as that old Draco he was back at school. His eyes seemed stuck on her beautiful complexion but he wasn't really looking at the angelic beauty right before him. He had so many other thoughts. His father was so proud of him, an enormous celebration was held when it was revealed. The day...the day he had to well leave all that was inappropriate behind. His mind drifted into the pass...the day he found out about this let's say expected but barely unwanted, great news.
He lay on the bed as his love rested on his chest. His beloved stirred and Draco lifted his head up to stare at his lover in his peaceful slumber. He wanted to press his lips against his but he was afraid he might wake him. He smiled as he remembered what had happened only a few hours ago. What he felt was pure fascination when he had him in his arms, his head resting on his chest.
"Are you awake?" Blaise yawned lifting himself only slightly to look into Draco's icy-blue eyes. They were so tender so full of pure joy. Blaise pressed his lips against his as Draco took him into a passionate embrace. There was a knock on the door and the embrace was broken, Draco gave Blaise a half smile as Blaise got off him. Conjuring a spell they were both dressed. Draco opened the door and in came a disgusting looking house elf with those treacherous clothes.
"Your father wants to speak to you master," it squeaked and as Draco nodded his head it walked away.
Draco closed the door and turned to Blaise. Blaise cocked an eyebrow. He too was wondering what his father might want to talk about. "You think he knows?" Draco groaned, he was now worried. If his father knew any of this he was sure to be dead.
Blaise chuckled at Draco's distressed face. "Oh Draco if he knew he would have come himself and we would have been pretty much dead." Blaise said simply.
He had an act for making everything so simple, for being positive or sometimes just merely indifferent, but that was exactly why he fascinated him, that was why he never wanted to let go. He smiled and took a deep breath.
Blaise chuckled again. "Just go down stairs. I'll see you tomorrow!" Draco let out breath he didn't know he was holding and nodded his head in agreement. He walked over to Blaise as Blaise embraced him in a tight hug pressing his lips against his. Blaise pulled away from the embrace and pressing his forehead against Draco he whispered, "Go...just go...everything will be ok Drake...you said it yourself nothing is going to separate us. So just go."
Draco looked into his hazel eyes and managed a smile and with one last kiss he disapparated. Draco's breath was already heavy and he hadn't even opened the door of his room. He sighed heavily as he opened the door and made his way to his father's study.
Taking a deep breath he opened the doors of this father study to surprisingly see hooded figures around his father who wore a satisfied grin on his lips. His muscles relaxed a bit, he felt better, he couldn't have possibly done anything bad if his dad wasn't at all angered. He walked over to his father, faking a grin as he passed the well known to him deatheaters.
"There's my boy!" His father said with enthusiasm. He was shocked, he was unspeakably flabbergasted and yet he managed to smirk. "This my friends is the future Dark Lord." His father said proudly-no it was smugness that ran to that tone. Draco was dumbfounded, he knew this was bound to happen...but he wasn't expecting it. He sure wasn't.
The visitors had left one by one, all shaking hands with him as they left. He was now alone with his father and his heart began to race. He was glad, he was proud. But as his father turned his face to him there was no longer a cocky smirk or a proud smile but his all too familiar grin. "Isn't it just perfect Draco. You the new Dark Lord, you can't even imagine what this mean." Draco stared at his father. He seemed so proud, but it wasn't that he was proud of him he was proud of himself.
"But there is one thing that has me a bit preoccupied, your little friendship with Zabini Draco I don't fancy it." Draco's heart began to pound. He knows...
He knew he had found out as he looked up at his father to see pure disgust. "Father I can explain, you see it was-"
"No explanations Draco there's no need, just let it never happen again dear son." He said heatedly as he grabbed Draco from his throat. "Do it or you die." His father said plainly with a hint of venom in his voice. He let go of him and Draco nodded his head agreeing to his father's whishes for his life's sake.
"Master Malfoy? Master Malfoy are you alright?" He heard Erick's voice in the distance when he was right beside him.
"I'm fine," he said as he got up from the chair and exited the room. He wondered down the corridor, he thought those memories had been forgotten, he thought his feelings had faded away. But they did, I no longer feel anything for him...is all in the past. Just memories...memories without importance. He told himself as he wondered the castle.
He opened his eyes and as he came back into conscious he felt the excruciating pain in his muscle as they began to work. The scars were still very deep. Draco ordered for it to stop but he's letting these cards heel just like a muggle would. He groaned the pain was unbearable. Yes he felt much better than how he had felt yesterday or the day before but the pain was still there, it didn't leave him. Days had slipped by and Draco hadn't even bother coming for a simple 'Hello. How are you feeling?' No Draco seems to think he's too good for that. Him and that manly ego of his. Blaise snapped in his head, he has tried to forget him, to get him out of his head but as much as he tries it seems impossible.
Blaise sighed and got into a sitting position. He didn't care how much the pain was he was going to get up and bathe himself. He needed no one's help he had his own hands to do his needs. He got out of bed, but he lost his balance and fell to the floor. He groaned in pain but he was determined in walking by himself and bathing alone with no help. He crawled to the bed and holding on to the edge of the bed he lifted himself up. He took a deep breath and made his first step. He was moving, he was walking...slowly but he was moving with no one's help. He reached the bathroom and holding tight unto the doorknob he pressed himself against the door to keep himself from falling. He took another deep breath and walked to the tub, leaning against it he started the water. He let the water warm as he sat with his back to the shower. He slowly took his clothes off. And not even knowing how he had managed it he stepped into the tub, the warm water soothing his skin.
He relaxed, his muscle did the same. He felt himself slipping but he paid no mind to it. He went deeper and deeper into the water; his neck was in the water his face was being consumed by the water. He tried to lift himself up but to no avail, his whole body was inside the tub, he tried to hold his breath, but he couldn't think right. He was too weak to apparate and the water going into his nostrils was making him dizzy. He was panicking, he was losing conscious. He gaped shivering and struggling for air that wouldn't come. His eyes were closing, blackness was invading him, and he couldn't fight it any longer.
He gaped for air but this time he received it, clean fresh air, someone had pulled him out. He tried to open his eyes, but was too weak to see who it was. The mystery person swung him on to his shoulder and laid him on a bed. He felt himself being rubbed dried. He was placed in bed, wrapped up in covers. That mystery person stroked his hair and Blaise felt hot breath tickling his lips. Lips were pressed against his and they seemed so familiar. He kissed them back with no hesitation. As those mystery lips pulled away he found enough strength in him to open his eyes. He opened them to see the eyes of this mystery person, but something in him already knew who it was.
Is it possible to have the man you've loved for so long and not know it was his hot breath tickling your lips, stroking and soothing you? Blaise he knew it was his Draco. Who else had those tender hands and the delicacy of his smooth touch? Blaise smiled up at him. When he opened his eyes Draco looked taken aback but he smiled back. "Rest dear mate, rest." Draco said soothingly as he ran his finger through Blaise's brown hair.
Blaise smiled again, Draco's caresses always made him feel at peace. He let sleep invade him, blackness took over him.
The sun peered through his eyes, he couldn't believe morning had arrived. He yawned, and then smiled. How can I forget, those tender lips brought me to life. Blaise sighed getting into a sitting position. He gasped unaware of himself. He no longer felt any pain, he got off bed. "No, no pain at all." He smiled. He walked to the tub and started the water. He undressed as he waited for the tub to be filled. He stepped in as the water soothed his body. There was no longer that sting when he first made contact with the water, it was pure pleasure. He extended his arm noticing that all trace of scars were gone, had disappeared. Dressing at top speed he stepped out of his room. He felt as if he had been freed of a prison. He was finally out of his room and he knew who he had to thank for the mysterious recovery.