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Warning: This chapter contains the first of the lemons if you don't like it skip it.

This chapter is a little bitty with things happeneing all over the place, the important part is at the end but I didn't want the whole chapter about that else it would have been very short so please bare with the bittiness.

A/N: Edited 28/11/08

Caught in the Act

For Rayne most of the first school day passed without too many incidents. The morning out in the grounds had been simply wonderful, the air was fresh and cold. A faint, damp mist hung just above the ground so whilst all the other students stood in huddled groups, shivering and stamping their feet, Rayne relished in the cold wash of air as it bathed her flesh, extinguishing all the fires that had raged within her since yesterday.

She felt wonderfully elated at having given in to Draco's insistence, it didn't feel at all like being beaten down on the contrary it felt empowering. He had to be a greatly powerful wizard if that was the magic he could work on her with just his lips. The thought of having to ignore him, of eventually having to…

No, it wasn't to bare thinking about. Everything would be just perfect now, Rayne had Draco just where she wanted him and was certain that she could 'sway' him into supporting her then he would still be there at the end of it all. Yes it would all be perfect, just so long as Snape didn't interfere.

Most of the classes passed without Rayne receiving any great deal of unwanted attention. Naturally introductions were made but to most she was just another Slytherin, just another poor girl that Draco Malfoy had managed to ensnare, 'she'll learn eventually,' they'd all thought pityingly.

***

Defence Against the Dark Arts was the only lesson that was causing Rayne any concern. All of the rest hadn't involved the use of a wand and so she'd been safe from the anticipated barrage of questions, but DADA? That would surely require wand usage and Rayne's inability to use one would surely become a questionable issue with her classmates. However to her relief, and the disgusted groans of the rest of the class, it turned out that the entire subject had become theory based by order of the ministry. Rayne resisted a chuckle at the idiocy of the idea, they really did have a bunch of incompetent fools employed there, but it would certainly make her life a lot easier, in class as well as elsewhere.

The lesson passed fairly easily, with not a single wand in sight. Perhaps Rayne could have herself a pleasant first day and face the questioning tomorrow, maybe by then she'd have developed some good answers for them too. All seemed to have been gone well until the end of the lesson came and Professor Umbridge requested a word with Rayne after the class had been dismissed.

With Draco indicating that he would wait outside for her, surely to ensure that she didn't get lost on her way to potions, Rayne approached the desk at the front of the class to be greeted by a broad and insincere smile.

"Have a seat please Miss." Umbridge said in her sickly sweet, high-pitched tone.

Rayne rolled her eyes, why did everyone insist on calling her Miss? She only had one name, she wasn't Miss something she was just Rayne. Sinking gracefully into the indicated seat Rayne crossed her long legs, laced her fingers across her stomach and fixed Umbridge with a hard, enquiring gaze.

"The Headmaster has informed me only recently of your unique position here at Hogwarts Miss…um?"

She sighed, "Rayne. Not Miss anything, you have no last name for me on your list because one does not exist I am just Rayne." She said exasperatedly.

"I see." Umbridge said with a frown as she noted something down on a sheet of pink coloured parchment. "Well then Rayne allow me to inform you that I am not happy about your appointment to Hogwarts. You are the sort of thing that we teach students about in this class, not something that should be sharing it with them." Her tone was no longer sickly sweet, it was blunt and matter of fact.

Rayne's eyes narrowed at the Professor across the desk, how dare she insult her like that. Like an active volcano Rayne felt the rage begin to burn her insides threatening to erupt.

"Let me assure you," Umbridge went on, "that I will take it into my power to do everything I can to have you removed."

"Your ministry agreed to my being placed here. Besides you do not have that sort of power and Dumbledore accepted me willingly." Rayne bit at her bluntly, her voice remaining steady despite her enflamed temper.

"Yes, well, I don't know what you had done to them but the ministry would never, under normal circumstances, allow a creature like you into a school." Umbridge replied hastily in the ministry's defence. "And Dumbledore does seem to have a dangerous love of half-breeds. Just look at that Game Keeper, he can't be totally human and then there was that werewolf he had employed. It's a complete disgrace."

Rayne shot out of her seat and slammed the palms of her hand down on the surface of Umbridge's desk. That had been the last straw, Half-breed indeed. "Let me tell you something Professor." She said dangerously, leaning over the desk to close the gap between them. "I am no Half-breed, I am as pure blooded a demon as you will ever find." Her voice was deadly quiet as her pupils began to creep outwards, swallowing all the colour of her eyes in an empty blackness. "So if I were you Professor I would desist in your insults."

Umbridge looked on in horror, unable to tear her gaze away from the terrifying black voids that Rayne's eyes had become. "You… you're a monster." She stuttered stupidly, her toad like mouth gaping. Swallowing hard at her fear Umbridge groped clumsily for her wand on the desk.

Rayne snarled at Umbridge's movements and raised her right palm off of the desk. She felt the familiar flickering warmth as a glowing orange ball of flames materialised in her hand, drawing it from her anger, her burning rage made tangible and solid. In one swift movement Rayne directed the flames towards Umbridge with a flick of her wrist, she then turned and stormed out of the classroom.

Umbridge sat with eyes wide in horror, her mouth agape shaping silent and formless words as a few strands of hair continued to smoulder from where the flames had whistled passed her ear. The last thing she knew was the sound of the classroom door slamming behind Rayne before Umbridge passed out.

***

Potions passed fairly smoothly and, after the incident in DADA, was a reasonably pleasant ending for Rayne's first day at school. Snape had indeed paired Rayne with Draco as she'd suspected, to the reception of a satisfied smirk from Draco and an irritated, sulky huff from where Pansy had been hopefully saving him a seat. Even the two hours with Snape in the vicinity wasn't so bad, he seemed to have too much of his time occupied by picking on various Gryffindors and deducting house points to pay Rayne too much attention.

He passed one or two satisfied glances towards Draco, obviously pleased that their little rift had been mended. Rayne frowned as she came to the realisation of how Draco was merely playing the pawn in whatever it was Snape was formulating. Glancing over his handsome features, steady in concentration, she felt a pang of pity and perhaps even a small sense of protectiveness. He'll understand in the end, she thought to herself, when the time comes he'll understand it all and I know that he'll choose the right path.

***

After dinner Draco had escorted Rayne back to the Slytherin common room door. She still wasn't certain on her way around, the place was rather like a maze, but he'd have still done it either way. Standing before the hidden stone doorway he reached for her and Rayne stepped into his warm and strong embrace. He leaned in and engulfed her in a kiss that was softer than the one they'd shared that morning but still not lacking any of the passion. Rayne sighed, he could enchant her with just one kiss, she didn't stand a chance.

His arms were snaked tightly around her waist, trailing caressing fingers along her spine, sending wonderful shivers through her flesh. His tongue delicately explored her mouth and she caressed it with her own, entwining her fingers through his silk like hair. But all too soon Draco broke away, leaving with a gentle bite to her lower lip, "I've got to go and do my rounds." He said softly.

Rayne frowned, puzzled by what he'd said, "Your what?"

He smirked, "My 'prefectly duties' remember?"

She grinned at her own inanity, it was his kisses they melted her brain into mush. "You'll wait in the common room for me?" He asked coaxingly, planting fluttering kisses along her jaw line.

"Of course." How could she refuse? She wasn't sure what he'd done to her, but she was most certainly under his spell. Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? She'd have to get a grip on herself before he came back, let him know she was really the one in charge.

***

Rayne had commandeered herself a large comfortable chair before a low table, over which she had spread numerous rolls of parchment, quills, inkbottles and textbooks. She couldn't believe the amount of homework they'd been given on the first day of term but now, since Draco wasn't there to 'distract' her, seemed like the best time to tackle it.

The common room was filled with a great deal of noise, old friends catching up after the summer break, first years getting to know one another, nobody seemed to have homework on their minds except for Rayne. At one point Pansy had looked over her mockingly, commenting on how Draco would come to his senses when he realises that Rayne was a 'goody-two-shoes, know it all like that Granger girl.' Rayne rolled her eyes at Pansy's pettiness, though she couldn't help but feel smugly victorious at having Draco for herself, especially when it had been he who was so desperate for Rayne to accept and forgive him.

An hour or so more passed and Rayne was beginning to roll up her final scroll of parchment when Draco burst in through the common room door. He wore a smug and satisfied grin on his face as he crossed the common room, ignoring the hopeful glances that Pansy shot at him, to sit beside Rayne. She glanced up from packing away her things to see him sinking haughtily into the chair. With a smirk she said, "Had a good evening I take it?"

"Extremely." He grinned at her, "I swear those first years get more and more idiotic each year. The house cup is in the bag for us this year if they carry on this way." He explained.

Rayne nodded and proceeded with clearing the table of her school things, he'd obviously enjoyed himself docking points from every house in the school save from Slytherin. Being made a prefect really must have been a dream come true for him.

"Though if I were you, I'd watch out." He said leaning in closer to whisper, "Snape is bound to be on the warpath once he finds out what you did to Umbridge."

Rayne scowled, "Well she should have known better than to insult me. Half-breed indeed." She hissed indignantly.

Draco chuckled, "Well I don't think anyone will dare piss you off once they hear about it." He reached out and ran a trailing finger down her cheek, tilting her chin so she would meet his lips in a soft glancing kiss. At the sight of this Pansy stalked up the stairs to the girls dormitory in disgust, followed closely by the group of friends with which she had been gathered on the large sofa beside the fire. Noticing this with a grin, Draco stood up tomove and stretched himself languidly across the newly vacated couch. He beckoned for Rayne to join him. Her breath caught in her chest at the thought of sinking into those strong arms, of being held tightly against his body. She smiled and slowly stood to head towards him, he looked so inviting the way he lay, casually fixing her with a coaxing silver gaze.

She swallowed hard, she'd not refuse him of course but this time she'd not simply turn to mush at his touch, he'd be reminded that he couldn't control her. Gliding swiftly across the common room floor Rayne sank gracefully into his waiting arms, where he promptly engulfed her in a possessive embrace. Shifting so her body lay partially below him he gazed at her beauty, perfect porcelain skin, stark and white against the midnight outline of her hair, lips temptingly full and soft, Draco licked his own hungrily at the sight of them. He was a great 'lover' of women, everybody knew that and he wasn't often overly picky so long as they did what he wanted with little or no argument. Yet he'd never before beheld someone who could fuel his desires by sight alone they way Rayne could. Perhaps it was the hidden knowledge of her being so darkly powerful that set Draco's lusts alight, but she was also extraordinarily beautiful.

She curved one arm across his back and proceeded to stroke small and soft caresses along his spine, the other hand she swept across his shoulder, fingers leading teasing trails up his neck before snaking themselves around the soft tendrils of his white blonde hair. Her eyes were a deep, dark purple, pupils dilating with lust as she caught his gaze as his own eyes roamed her body. Draco sighed throatily, a wicked glint shining in his silver-grey eyes, and he lowered his lips to catch Rayne in another perfect kiss.

Their lips collided in a bruising frenzy of passion, Rayne grazed his with her teeth before snaking her tongue inside his mouth, delighting in the rough scrape of his teeth and the gentle caress of his own tongue. Draco groaned as Rayne deepened the kiss, lavishing in her forwardness and her obvious desire for him. He trailed a hand down her cheek, pausing to tease the delicate skin of her neck before continuing down to her chest. He felt her nipple harden beneath her clothes in response to his softly exploring fingers, he caressed her breast gently before grasping her erect nipple between thumb and finger and pinching, hard.

Rayne arched her back at the sensation, breaking the kiss to gasp as bolts of painful pleasure radiated out from the nipple Draco continued to pinch and twist roughly. He caught her lips again in an instant, not wanting to give her the chance to tell him to stop, this time allowing his own tongue to slip exploringly into her mouth. He felt Rayne's surprisingly strong hands move to grasp his waist and pull his body tightly against her own, revealing to her his obvious arousal.

She smiled into his lips when she felt his hard length press against the flat of her stomach. She reached down and let her hands begin a rough trail up the backs of his thighs, digging her fingers into his taut flesh. Travelling up and over his firm backside Rayne continued her harsh caress beneath his shirt, dragging her long nails across the flesh of his back leaving long, red scratches on his perfect, pale skin.

Draco groaned at the sharp cut of Rayne's nails on his flesh, thrusting his hips against her to create some friction against his throbbing hardness. At this Rayne removed her lips from his and smirked, shifting her position so that their hips were no longer touching. Draco frowned but, leaning in to trace kisses along her neck and jaw line, he began to pull her back towards him. Just as their hips made the barest contact Rayne once again moved away from him. Draco moaned in frustration, "You're being cruel." He muttered quietly.

She smirked mischievously, casting a quick glance around at the now deserted common room. "Oh cruel am I Mr Malfoy?" She said softly, holding his gaze as she began to teasingly stroke her delicate fingers up and down his hard length. The slightest of touches through layers of clothing, she knew she was teasing and it was fun to see him squirm.

Draco closed his eyes and swallowed hard at the sensation, she was being cruel, he didn't like to be teased it meant he had no control. Her touch wasn't enough, he wanted more, wanted to be free of his clothes that were inhibiting the sensations of her teasing fingers, he wanted so much to plead with her but his pride held him back. He'd begged for forgiveness already today there was no way in hell he'd beg her for sex. Biting his lip he allowed Rayne to continue her teasing ministrations.

Rayne could read it in his face, he was fighting something, holding something back. Shifting closer she applied greater pressure to her strokes, smirking at the moan Draco failed to stifle. "Tell me Draco," she whispered, her lips grazing his ear as she spoke, "what is it that you want?"

He groaned, louder this time, and grasped her chin in one hand, pulling her into a rough kiss, "I want you to stop the teasing," he said kissing her again, "I want you to touch me, I want to feel your flesh against mine." He poured out, it wasn't begging it was commanding and he was delighted that she had asked him.

She wasn't at all surprised by his forcefulness as he commanded her to do as he wanted, but she grinned nonetheless knowing he desired her and that he had, albeit unwittingly, given her control. She reached for the button and zip fastening on the front of his trousers and struggled for a moment with the tightly straining fabric before she succeeded in opening them. Beneath, Draco was wearing a pair of black, silk boxer shorts just as Rayne had been expecting, only the best for Draco. They felt wonderfully soft beneath her fingers as she continued to tease his throbbing arousal for just a few moments more before trailing her hand up to where the waistband barely contained his excitement.

Draco gazed imploringly at Rayne as her fingers paused at the waistband of his underwear. He wanted so much for her to snake her fingers beneath the silk and wrap her delicate hand around his manhood. He bit his lower lip in anticipation when he felt her delicately raise the elastic and begin to slip her fingers, painfully slowly, inside.

"Rayne don't you think you should go to bed, you don't want another morning like… Oh My God!" Came a familiar voice from the foot of the girl's dormitory stairs. Both Draco and Rayne froze as Pansy shrieked in overly dramatic horror, they'd been caught. Various other students had begun to descend into the common room, awoken by Pansy's yell, Rayne snatched her hand away from him and Draco hastily fastened his trousers, scowling in frustration as Pansy passed him a self-satisfied smirk across the room. She'd planned the whole interruption.