I know, I know, it's been a while since I've updated. But I have very good reason for this. About a month ago my computer died on me. I had no idea of how to fix it. Only recently did I figure it out. But then I left for vacation for two weeks without any internet at all. While on the trip I did write a little. Not this, but a newer story. Please check it out.
As you may have noticed, I've changed the point of view from first person, to third. I'd like all of you nice reviewers to tell me that if you liked it better in third or first person. And then I will change the chapter(s) accordingly. I hope you enjoy the newest installment of Poison from a Bite.
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"Redu-"but before Camilla could produce her spell a strong hand wrapped around her opened lips. She grinned beneath the palm as she relaxed against the body behind her, letting escape a small laugh.
"What do you think you're doing? Do you want to get us all detention?" A masculine voice growled into her ears. Moaning softly, Camilla licked her capturer's hand. "Yuck!" He quickly withdrew his hand and wiped it on his robes. Camilla turned to see Theodore's disgusted face evolve into something much sultrier, "That is not where a tongue belongs."
Camilla grinned wickedly pushing the Slytherin to a wall, "Really now? Well once I've been a little boozed up you can kindly remind me where it does belong." She let him go and began to walk down the hall. Theodore smirked as he watched Camilla's hips sway as she turned a corner where the rest of the group had vanished only moments before.
As he bit his lip, watching her, he made a vow to himself that he would get this one before Malfoy could say the word shag.
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"I'll explain this once and only once," Draco glared at Crabbe and Goyle, "Whenever someone asks how to get in you tell them to walk back and forth between these two statues and think of the Slytherin Party and only the Slytherin Party or they won't be able to get in. If they can't make it in tell them tough luck and better try next year." Draco suddenly grabbed his two cronies by their collars and stared at them menacingly, "And you two better make bloody damn sure that it is only Slytherins who make it through that door. Understand?"
Crabbe and Goyle nodded furiously and ran to their positions; each stood in front of a statue. Draco smirked – walked back and forth three times – and opened a massive door that had only just appeared. Pansy had tried to follow Draco through the door but was rebounded by an invisible wall. She fumed silently before walking back and forth before finally being granted entrance into the Room of Requirements.
Everyone began repeating this one at a time. When it was finally Camilla's turn, she lazily made the path so many before her had made and concentrated very hard on the Slytherin Party. She hoped for decorations, alcohol, loud music, and boys; definitely boys. When finally she passed the empty space on the wall for a third time a large door appeared. Camilla pulled the handle and the door swung outwards, granting entrance to the newcomer.
Along the side were various hooks where everyone had hung their robes. Above the robe was the name of the owner. Camilla shrugged off her black clothing shivering slightly at the draft. She hung her robe on a hook without a name. When her robe was settled onto the golden hook her name began to appear over it.
She looked around the room, impressed by the décor. Green and silver curtains covered the room, hanging from each rafter. Fake snakes slithered back and forth, beckoning whoever walked by with drawn out hisses. The Weird Sisters' latest album blared throughout the room making conversation near impossible. Not that anyone was looking for conversation. That's when Camilla saw the large table covered in various drinks, including her favorites, Butterbeer and Firewhisky. She quickly darted for the table where Daphne was downing a Firewhisky. Blaise looked on, impressed.
Daphne slammed the empty container down onto the table, where it refilled itself instantly. She was laughing at Blaise with a look of glazed hunger in her eyes. She licked her lips seductively before bringing her cup to her mouth once again.
Camilla laughed, grabbed a Butterbeer, and walked towards a chair settled in the center of the room. Right before she was about to sit a voice halted her, "I wouldn't sit there just yet, where I you."
Camilla raised her eyebrows at Draco, who was a mere breath away, "And why might that be?"
"It's for a little game later. But if you find being held captive appealing then please feel free to do so. It would certainly give the boys some entertainment…" his voice trailed off suggestively.
"Hm, now that sounds like an interesting game. How does it work?"
"You'll just have to find that little bit of information out later, now won't you?" He grinned a devilish grin, chuckled, and sauntered off into a dark, secluded corner where Pansy was no doubt waiting for him.
Camilla sighed, "What a shame. I really do need a chair." With that a chair appeared a few paces away from her. She smiled and quickly sat in the chair, easing the pain away from her high-heel clad feet. She made content noises when the effects of the Butterbeer began to take effect. Laughter bubbled up into her throat, escaping her lips and she abruptly had the urge to dance.
Her chair became abandoned and disappeared as she made her way to the dance floor: Swaying with everyone from very confident first years to perverted and even more confident seventh years. No one was shy or intimidated by anyone else: The alcohol taking its toll to all who were consumed in it. Laughter filtered throughout the room, creating a drunken haze. Bodies were mashed into one another, breath being pressed against strangers' skin.
The thought that this is what she had been missing since she transferred to Hogwarts quickly passed through Camilla's mind. It didn't stay there long of course, for drunks had a one track mind. And when she saw Theodore Nott pass by, she had to follow. His eyes danced with something suggestive as he glanced at a dark corner.
Old feelings began to creep up in the brunette as she remembered her very first party; Lust, nerves, and an odd sense of bravery when she would cross the room to the next attractive boy. Theodore's lips turned up, following a step behind Camilla. Once they reached the destination Theodore whispered into Camilla's ear, "You boozed up yet?"
She snickered, "Maybe."
He opened his mouth to speak and she captured his mouth with hers. Theodore didn't let her forwardness stop him but once she pulled away he grinned, "I thought I was the one going to be doing the reminding."
"Oh well then be my guest." Camilla sunk further into the wall. Theodore had his hands place on either side of her hips, his thumbs resting on the tan skin above her waistline. He bent forward and fulfilled his implied promise.
And he did. Oh boy did he.
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Again, please tell me what you think via comments or messages. I'd greatly appreciate it. And you never know. I may just choose one of you to make an appearance in this story I happen to be full of surprises.
And another thing, if you happen to catch a Draco Malfoy fan fiction cliché please tell me. I know they drive me nuts though they may not aggravate you as much. But I do try to steer clear of things like making him a coconut. Hard as a rock on the outside, but on the inside he's a giant softy. I envision Draco only turning soft in the worst of possible situations, which girls don't seem to fall into. Only Voldemort fits into such a category.
[Spoiler alert: If you haven't read the entire series then please know that you have been fairly warned.]
Which is shown true throughout the Harry Potter series. Draco could give a rat's damn about anyone but himself. When he's in danger he crumbles just like when Voldemort threatens him with his life if he doesn't follow through with his task. Or when he is trying to capture Harry and finds that he's caught in the midst of something that may kill him and even then he's not completely sappy. He's selfish and arrogant. The only thing that makes him related to a "soft" person is his obvious fear of death.
[Spoiler alert end]
On another note, if you have any really good Draco fan fictions that you've read please inform me of them. And please something where obviously he isn't a sob story in the first 10-15 chapters or the girl gets knocked up. Either of these makes me cringe. I must sound like a babbling fool now :P