FOX AND HOUND
Rated: M for strong language and sexual situations.
Chapter Summary: "Well, well, well. The Hound has found his Fox."
Disclaimer: Oh, please. I wish. The song is "I Want You" by Savage Garden.
Authors Note: For the record, there are eight chapters to this story. They goes as follows:
1- Laughing and Drinking and Dancing
2 - Fox and Hound
3 - I Want You
4 - Secrets
5 - Face Your Fear
6 - Return to Malfoy Manor
7 - The Choice
8 - Nineteen Years Later
Okay, back to story. Yay!
CHAPTER THREE: I WANT YOU
He hadn't seen Fox in almost two weeks. He found himself going to the bar down the street every night again, subconsciously searching the crowds for her wild blonde hair. Every night he had gone home denying his disappointment, though, when she didn't turn up.
A bottomless pit had started to form in his stomach and every time he didn't see her, it became even deeper and more hollow. He had even stopped reading every day, and instead just watched the beach below his flat, denying how much he hoped to spot her walking along it or playing in the water in her knickers again.
Finally, he became desperate.
He ventured out of his apartment and instead of heading down the street in the direction of the bar, he headed the opposite way towards a shabby old building that looked like it used to be a dance hall in the 1800s.
He figured he must be out of his mind.
He tried to muster up the nerve to enter and ask for her, but then he realized that he did not even know her real name. As a few girls entered the building he debated asking them if they had seen her but he quickly dismissed the thought knowing how sketchy he looked, standing outside of an old dance hall, asking for a girl named "Fox".
So he settled with merely standing outside the dance academy, hoping Fox would either enter or exit at some point during the day.
After almost two hours he got tired of his plan, and tired of waiting. He figured he would just bite his tongue and go in.
He had to be out of his fucking mind.
The academy (Pross Academy, he soon discovered it was called as he observed the sign across from the entrance) was very bright, and smelled like freshly mopped floors, hairspray, and wooden floor panels. The entrance way led to two staircases, one marked "Dames" for the girls, and the other marked "Messieurs" for the boys. To his immediate left, however, a doorway stood ajar and as he approached it he heard classical musical playing. He gathered his nerve and peered in.
Before him was a large room with mirrors on two of the walls, long wooden poles running horizontally across the other two, and wooden floors. In the center of the room stood a group of about twenty young girls all dressed in black body suits with pink tights and pink Pointe shoes. They were doing jumps of some sort and Draco marveled briefly as to how they hardly made a sound as they landed despite the heaviness of their shoes and the heights they were reaching when they leapt. He also noticed that each girl had her hair pulled back into a tight bun.
Except for one.
One girl in the very front of the room had her hair sloppily placed into a loose bun, while wild strands of curly, dirty blonde hair flew across her blue-grey eyes as she jumped up and down.
He had found his Fox.
There was an older woman standing at the front of the room, her grey hair also pulled back into a sleek bun which made her severe, and aged face look all the more stern. She wore a long black skirt, a white blouse, and a black sweater. She was pacing back and forth, shouting out corrections.
"Land through ze ball of your foot, Catherine! We are not éléphants!" She instructed to a girl standing in the back with jet black hair and matching dark eyebrows.
"Oui, Madame Pross!" The girl answered, looking down at her feet as she jumped.
The song and the jumping soon ended, with each girl posing with her arms meeting gracefully in front of her.
"Now ze routine! Your positions, s'il vous plaît! Rapidement!" Madame Pross ordered and the girls quickly began to run to the sides of the room and arranged themselves into lines from tallest to shortest. He noticed Fox was on the end, as the shortest.
"Merci. And…" She walked over to what Draco had learned was a Muggle Cee-Dee player and Stare-Rio and pressed a button. As she did so more classical music began to play and the first two girls from each side of the room rushed forward and leapt across the floor, with the following girls doing the same. It was then that Draco noticed there were actually only nineteen girls present, Fox being the extra one in her line. As all of the other girls filled out, leapt, and made a V formation, Fox entered with a leap similar to the others, but when she landed she went into a spin, balancing on the very tip of her wooden shoes. She seemed to spin around for ages before stopping gracefully, lowering onto her heels, with the other leg pointing behind her. The other girls then joined in and the entire group began to spin on their tip toes. Then, Fox raised up onto her toes once more and began to perform very intricate foot work. He hardly watched her feet though, and instead focused on her face. She was breathtaking as her eyes followed her arms and looked over her fingers when she stretched them out. There was a fire and deep concentration burning below the blue and grey and he couldn't bring himself to look away from her.
He realized he had never seen any human move like that - Wizard, witch, or Muggle. Every movement was precise, and full of grace. Each step was specific and every foot seemed to move at the same time, moving along with the music. It was beautiful and Draco felt his heart start beating faster, and almost… heavier. It was as though life had suddenly taken hold of him again as he began to feel the music, and the dancing. He hadn't known the feeling of power in so long, but watching these girls twist and turn and leap and kick, he felt a rising pressure in his chest, and a warm sensation that flooded his entire body.
It had to be magic. It simply had to.
The ballet class continued on for about another hour, with the dancers performing the first dance he witnessed and then two others several different times until Madame Pross was satisfied. Half way through one of the dances Fox had looked over and noticed Draco standing in the doorway. She had smiled slightly at him, although he could tell she was completely shocked by his presence. She had continued on though, as if she hadn't seen him.
Once the class was over Draco decided to move back into the entrance way, pretending to look at a poster on the wall as the dancers began to exit. He noticed most of them staring at him as they walked up the stairs, whispering to each other in French as they went. Madame Pross exited but stopped next to him.
"Bonjour. Peux-je vous aider, monsieur?" She asked him and he could nothing but stare at her with wide eyes. Although he understood French fairly well (he knew that she had just asked him if he needed her help), he could hardly speak it properly. He figured he could get by with speaking to her in English, however, considering that's how she had conducted most of her lesson.
"I'm just here to visit." He said stupidly. Madame Pross raised an eyebrow at him.
"Qui?"
He faltered for a moment, unsure of what to say due to the fact he had no idea what Fox's real name was. His mouth opened and closed a few times like he was a fish out of water (which, figuratively, he was).
He was relieved when he heard a voice from the doorway say "Me, Madame Pross."
He turned to see Fox leaning up against the door frame with a small smile on her lips.
She was just always smiling at him.
"Oui." Madame Pross said and then murmured something to Fox in French before walking into another room adjacent to the staircases.
Draco moved closer to her, noting the sweat dripping down her face and on her breasts. He tried to stop his mind from wandering then, but it was very difficult for him not to imagine her back in his apartment, laying on her back, those beads of sweat dripping down…
"Well, well, well. The Hound has found his Fox."
She smirked. He almost liked that better than her actual smile. It was a lot sexier.
Not that Muggles were sexy.
Fuck.
"Yeah… I guess I have." He mentally slapped himself for such a lame answer.
"Wait one second." She then instructed him, shutting the door in his face. He had just enough time to get over the shock of it when the large door opened again and Fox stood in a short black dress, now tights-less and shoe-less. Her hair was almost completely out of the bun that hung limply at the nape of her neck.
"Come on in." She told him, taking his hands in hers and leading him into the dance room, shutting the door behind him.
"So this is your dance academy, then?" He asked, trying his hardest to start up a conversation with her.
He wasn't sure why though.
She was just a fucking Muggle!
"Yes, it is. Our dormitories and the dining hall are all upstairs." She explained to him, as she bent over the Muggle Stare-Rio, pushing buttons and opening and closing different parts of it. He didn't respond to her answer as he watched her stand and pop music started to play. The beat was quiet at first, as she walked closer to him, but just as she reached him it burst into a much louder, quick tempo.
"Dance with me?" She asked and Draco didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to dance.
Fox hardly seemed to care, though, because just as a man's voice began singing a series of words so low and so quick Draco could hardly catch them, she had moved closer to him, her body touching his, and she started to move. Her hips swayed in time with the quick beat, her upper body moving the opposite directions her hips would shake, her shoulders rolling, her hands on her hips.
He just stood in front of her awkwardly as she took one arm and laced it behind his neck, pulling him closer to her as her hips grinded against his own. The man's singing suddenly became more clear and had he not been so distracted by Fox's hips and chest rubbing rhythmically against him, Draco was sure he could have understood the words. Then, the beat slowed a little and as she swung her other arm around his neck he managed to make out the words to the chorus.
"Ooh, I want you
I don't know if I need you
But, ooh, I'd die to find out.
Ooh, I want you
I don't know if I need you
But, ooh, I'd die to find out."
She would shake her hips to one side twice for a beat, and then twice the other way. He started to catch onto the movement just as the song changed tempo again, and returned to the quick paced, swift talking verse.
She had moved her hands to his hips now and was forcing him to move them from side to side like hers were doing. He felt embarrassed as she gave him encouraging smiles so he started to move them without her help. When she noticed this, she slid her hands up to his shoulders and stared into his eyes, beckoning him to come closer, and he did so, placing his hands onto her hips.
"Come stand a little bit closer,
Breathe in and get a bit higher,
You'll never know what hit you,
When I get to you."
The chorus started again and she began the double hip shakes once more. His hands felt every movement and when he got the beat down he attempted to move with her, failing miserably. If she noticed (which he was sure she did), however, she said nothing and continued to look into his eyes, heating up his insides.
A musical break then started and Fox managed to turn around beneath his hands so that her back was to his front. She started moving her hips again, her backside rubbing against his more sensitive areas. He instinctively moved his arms more tightly around her, pulling her as close as possible to him, and leaning down to place his face closer to her hair and neck. She placed her hands on top of his as the musical interlude became a little slower and smoother. With the position they were in it made it a lot easier for Draco to catch on to the movements of her hips.
As the chorus started again he was able to follow along with her hip shakes, creating an insane feeling in his stomach as they moved in sync. He could feel something bubbling up inside of him, tugging at the ends of his lips, pulling them upwards into a small smile.
The chorus started a few more times, and as it did Fox turned to face him again, making sure neither of them lost the beat. She put her arms back on his shoulders as he moved his around to the small of her back. Their bodies were now smashed up against the others, their eyes burning holes into the others, and their hearts beating as one.
As the music ended Draco found he could no longer smother the feelings raging in his stomach and his chest. A smile took over his face creating a strange feeling all over his body - it was an action that had become so foreign to him. Fox also smiled, giggling quietly at him.
"So what did you think, Hound?"
He didn't bother giving her an answer, he just leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers.
And he was kissing her.
Her lips were salty from sweat but he could also taste a bit of cherries. He felt her lips part underneath his and he took that as his invitation to slid his tongue into her mouth. The instant he did this, one of her hands reached up and started to tangle in his untidy hair. There were jolts of lightening throughout his entire body - shaking him and burning him down to his skeleton. He was pulling her as close as he possibly could trying to savior every inch of her body pressed to his, and his tongue trying to explore every wet crevice of her mouth.
Eventually they both started to run out of breath and separated a few inches.
"Come back to my place. It's just down the road." He heard himself whisper breathlessly as his eyes tried taking in every inch of her face.
He figured there was no point in holding back now. He had already kissed a Muggle.
And he liked a lot.
He might as well do everything else he had tried to convince himself he didn't want to do with/to her.
Her face fell slightly though and she shook her head.
"I can't. We aren't allowed out of the academy on weekdays." She whispered to him.
"Whatever happened to being a Fox? Being sly and free and not following the rules?" He asked her, irritated by her sudden conformity.
"This is different. If I go out Madame Pross will kick me out of the academy and out of our end of summer recital. I couldn't let her or the other girls down like that." She told him and he nodded. He supposed he could understand not wanting to let other people down - he had felt that responsibility when Voldemort had given him the task of killing Dumbledore. He knew so many people's fates rested with him, and his family was relying on him because if he failed they would not be rewarded and instead would be shamed and possibly tortured by the Dark Lord.
Yes, he understood her completely.
But his face fell anyway, and he didn't bother trying to hide his disappointment. Just as he started to back away, however, Fox pulled him back and placed another passionate kiss on his lips.
"But tomorrow's Friday and I'm free after 7." She said softly, her smile returning as she pulled away from him. He felt his face lift again as he leaned in and took her lips in his again several more times.
"Where can I meet you?" He asked her between kisses. Now that he had finally admitted to himself that he enjoyed kissing her, he really didn't want to stop. Her lips were full and luscious and he absolutely adored them.
"I'll meet you at the beach at 7:30." She told him, a giggle escaping her lips before he kissed them.
"Alright, I'll be there." He told her. He had pulled away now, a ridiculous smile on his face. She giggled some more before taking up his hands in hers.
"Okay. You have to go now, I need to wash up before dinner or Madame Pross will throw a fit." She informed him and he nodded. The pair walked towards the exit, hand in hand.
"Goodbye. I'll see you tomorrow." Fox said quietly before Draco exited the academy and began his now unbearably lonely walk back down the street, the pop song playing in his head.
"Ooh, I want you
I don't know if I need you
But, ooh, I'd die to find out."