Disclaimer: As before I do not own any of the character or creations of J.K Rowling, only the plot of this fic and character of Rayne is mine.

Warning: More lemons present in this chapter so remeber if you don't like it don't read it, you have been warned!

Summery: Well things begin to come together in this chapter, Snape's plotting has some light shed on it, Draco finally relieves some of his frustrations, Rayne may finally decided Draco is worthy of her full trust but her secret may already be in jeprody.

A/N: Edited 29/11/08

Secrets in the Shadows

Draco arrived back in the Slytherin common room to find Rayne curled, cat like, in an armchair. All of her attention was focused on a book that lay open in her lap. With a smirk Draco moved to stand behind the chair and leaned in over her shoulder, "So, how much did you miss me?" He drawled cockily as he glanced over at the pages of her book, it was all written in a peculiar symbolised language that Draco did not recognise.

"Oh about as much as a hole in the head." Rayne replied, looking up into his face with a grin.

Draco narrowed his eyes and pouted at her response. He'd been hoping for some sort of flattery, something to boost his ego. But Rayne was not the same as all of the clingy and needy girls he was so used to having pander to his ever whim. She grinned at him, a wicked glint sparkling in her crystal purple eyes and Draco found that he couldn't help but melt his pout into a smile. What was she doing to him? Letting out a growl at her cheek he planted his lips on hers in a brief, but tender, kiss. "As if I'd believe that for a second," he said, arching his pale eyebrows as he moved around the chair to sit beside her, "I am a highly missable person."

Rayne laughed softly at his response, shutting closed the pages of her book, "You have enjoyed your evening once again I trust?"

Enjoyed his evening? Well he didn't get to dock any house points and Snape was still being cagey about what he had found out and was planning, but he had been given a good bit of advice. If nothing else he'd at least be able to relieve some of his sexual frustration. "It was informative." He said vaguely, a smirk playing on his soft, full lips. She'd find out soon enough what he meant; besides Snape was probably best left unmentioned and out of the picture.

"Really?" Rayne said, arching one pencil thin eyebrow in Draco's direction, "Informative how exactly?" she asked him. He was being coy about something and she was suspicious about what sort of thing it was he'd found out, was it something about her?

"Patience," He said, leaning across the gap between the chairs so she could feel his hot breath on her cheek, "Is a virtue."

***

He'd wanted to tell her then, wanted to drag her up to the seventh floor immediately where they could resume their prematurely halted tryst, but Draco had abstained. The hour was already getting late when he'd returned to the common room and it would hardly be worth the trip up there for what little time they would have together. No he could wait, one more night for what he wanted was nothing.

But Draco lay in bed that night familiar feelings of anticipation once again plagued his thoughts, the longing growing in his loins as memories of her touch began to once again fuel his desires. What he wouldn't give to have her there in his bed.

They'd turned in reasonably early that night, compared to the previous two at any rate. Rayne had claimed that she needed to get a decent amount of sleep to be able to function properly in the morning and after his last two mornings Draco was inclined to agree. Saying goodnight with a tender kiss they both turned their separate ways and headed to their dormitories.

Draco for one was glad of the minimal amount of touching that had gone on in the common room, he'd felt for sure that he would be able to resist his desires so long as she didn't fuel his lusts. But, as inevitably happens, his relief turned to thoughts of what could have happened; and Draco found himself once again unable to sleep.

He fell back against in pillows in frustration, desire coursing from his pulsing erection, "God, what the fuck is wrong with me?" He muttered. He'd not felt the need to masturbate in several years, not since he'd had a willing string of girls to fulfil his every sexual whim. They had always been sufficient in the past and not a single one had ever arisen these deep-set desires in him before. What was it about Rayne that drove him so crazy? As now, two nights in a row, Draco found himself unable to tear his thoughts from her, from how he'd been left wanting and had to once again take matters into his own hands.

Spilling over in climax Draco sighed, how he'd hate for anyone to see him so utterly obsessed with her. "What kind of a spell does she have me under?" Were his whispered words, thick with sleep, as he turned over and began to drift. Tomorrow would be different, he would finally get what he desired and put an end to his wanton lusts and unsatisfactory orgasms that left him, if anything, only wanting more.

***

The next day passed at a snails pace. Rayne had became exceedingly suspicious of what it was Draco had found out the night before and the knowing grin he'd continued to pass her all day began to get on her nerves. Whatever he was scheming Rayne became determined to find out. If only I could probe his mind. She'd thought to herself, unfortunately the only way she knew how was considerably messy and usually left the other person, well, dead so she could hardly do that to Draco.

By the time dinner arrived Rayne had reached the end of her tether. Draco's furtive glances and suggestive remarks had been coming steadily thicker and faster as the day wore on and the way he gazed hungrily at her across the house table was enough to make her drop her fork in exasperation. "Draco, will you please tell me what the big secret is?" She said with a sigh, "You've been driving me crazy with your cocky, knowing looks all day. You found out something interesting last night I know, just tell me what it is."

Draco simply smirked and shook his head at her, "Like I said, patience is a virtue, you'll see soon enough. Now when you're done I need you to come with me." He said haughtily as he delicately emptied his plate.

Rayne sighed and pouted, why was he being so secretive? And where exactly did he want to take her? I bet its back to Snape for something, she thought sulkily to herself before a horrifying conclusion hit her. What if Snape had found out the truth? He was making Draco lead her to him so he could have her tried and executed. A little overdramatic perhaps but Rayne felt a sickness settle in the pit of her stomach at these thoughts and she pushed her plate away.

"Good you're finished." Draco drawled flatly as he saw Rayne push her plate away, trying not to sound too eager to drag her out of the hall but also unable to stand the waiting much longer either. He stood and looked towards the door, "You ready to go?"

He'd made it sound more like a command than a question but Rayne nodded reluctantly, fearing the worst. Snape was involved here somehow she just knew it. Standing slowly she followed Draco out of the hall, tasting blood from her lip as she continued to bite into her flesh.

Draco moved swiftly, bypassed the stairs down to the dungeons and instead headed straight for the foot of the Grand Staircase. Rayne frowned and paused in her steps, she'd expected Draco to head straight for the dungeons, she'd thought for sure that they were on their way to see Snape. "Where are we going Draco?" she called to him as she moved to the foot of the stairs.

He stopped in his steps, sighing exasperatedly, and turned to gaze down at her, "You'll see when we get there. Now come on we've got to get up to the seventh floor." He snapped, becoming impatient. Why was she being so awkward about this? With a shake of his head Draco turned and carried on up the stairs, feeling certain that she would follow despite her questions.

Rayne narrowed her eyes at his tone but resigned to follow him on up the stairs, at least they weren't headed for the dungeons.

A quick glance over his shoulder caused Draco to smirk as Rayne trailed behind him, looking somewhat put out but following nonetheless. He quickened his pace up the numerous stairs and eventually stepped out onto the seventh floor landing. He turned and grinned at her as she reached the head of the stairs, "Almost there." He said. Reaching out he grasped her arm and pulled her along the corridor.

A large old tapestry lined one side of a long, barely used, corridor and opposite it was a long stretch of blank, whitewashed wall. This has to be where Snape meant, Draco thought to himself as he began to pace past the tapestry thinking hard about what he wanted the room for, still dragging Rayne in tow behind him. He glanced up but the wall remained blank and bare. Draco frowned, this has to be the right place. He turned and paced back across the same stretch of floor for a second time concentrating furiously. I need somewhere private I can be alone with her. He turned again but the door still had not appeared so once again he paced back and felt Rayne finally wrench her arm from his grip.

"Draco, what are you looking for?" She snapped, "You've been up and down this same bit of corridor three times now. If it wasn't here the first time why would it be here now?"

Draco turned to glare at her, but a glance over Rayne's shoulder showed him that the long whitewashed wall was no longer blank and bare. Set in the middle was a dark wooden door that had certainly not been there moments before. He stepped closer to Rayne, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "You sure about that?" He grasped her waist in two strong hands and turned her to face the door.

Her mouth opened in silent surprise as her eye's caught sight of the door that stood out stark against the white of the wall. "But, where?" she began to ask in confusion as Draco guided her towards it, hands still firmly gripping her waist as he walked close behind.

"It's called the Room of Requirement." He breathed into her ear, silently relieved that it was really there. "It appears to whoever needs it for whatever you need it for." He was unable to hide the husky excitement in his voice at the prospect of finally having her alone.

His looming presence behind her was prickling with excitement and Rayne could sense his building desire, "And what do you need it for?" she whispered softly, feeling that she already knew the answer to that question. But this place, this was what he'd found out? It was certainly nothing like what she'd been expecting.

Draco didn't reply he laughed softly and pushed open the door to reveal an exquisite looking room. The walls were all painted a dark Emerald. Deep pile, black carpet lined the floor and in the centre of the room stood a huge four poster bed, dressed with shimmering silken sheets in the Slytherin colours. Stepping inside and pushing the door shut behind them, clicking the lock for good measure, Draco grinned, "Do you really have to ask me that?"

His arms snaked around her waist and pulled her body tightly against him. Rayne sighed in a release of tension she wasn't even aware she'd been carrying and gave in to his embrace. A small smile cracked on her lips. She'd worried for no reason; perhaps he really was worthy of her complete trust.

"No interruptions this time." Draco breathed into her ear before fixing his lips to her neck, dragging a trail of hot, wet kisses along the delicate flesh. Rayne blissed at the sensation of his lips and closed her eyes, reaching up to twist her fingers through the soft tendrils of his hair. She groaned as she felt the hard scrape of his teeth on her sensitive skin and she turned in Draco's arms to face him. Locking her gaze with his she drank in the fiery lust that burned in his silver eyes and leaned forwards to catch his perfect lips in a fierce kiss.

Draco let out a stifled moan as Rayne slammed her lips against his and he fought her for control of the kiss. He plunged his tongue between her parted lips and continued to kiss her feverishly, raking his hands through her long raven locks and tugging harshly as he battled with his self control. It was all he could do not to throw her down on the bed and ravish her to within an inch of her life, but he swallowed back his desire. He wanted the night to last.

***

Throughout the rest of the castle night had closed in. Students congregated in their common rooms, prefects roamed the halls searching for those who were out too late, well all bar one. And Severus Snape sat in his office expectantly awaiting a visitor.

Various old tomes lay open across his desk and sheets of parchment, scrawled with hastily written notes dropped one by one from his hands as he scanned the writing, trying to make sure that he had all of the information clear in his mind. A sharp rapping at the door snapped him from his thoughts, he flicked his coal black eyes to where the sound filtered in and said in his cold, silky tone, "Come in Lucius."

The door was suddenly swept open and in breezed Lucius Malfoy. His tall form attired divinely in the best clothes money could buy . His long, platinum blonde hair was drawn back away from his face, accentuating the aristocratic features that were mirrored so perfectly by his son. The door swung closed behind him and Lucius took a seat at the desk, arranging himself urbanely before saying, "So tell me Severus, what progress have you made with the books I leant to you?"

"Quite well as it happens." Severus replied selecting one book, which lay open to a diagram and passed it across the table. "If Draco was accurate in his description then she is indeed what you suspected."

Lucius glanced down at the image, depicting a ring bisected by five lines at the points of a star. He skimmed his stormy grey eyes over the accompanying lines of text a and a smirk began to play on his lips, reminiscent of the one that so often plagued Draco's face. "A true high blood demon." He said, an eagerness sparkling in his cold eyes, "Imagine the power if they were to be our allies."

Severus nodded meeting Lucius' gaze across the desk, "I would never have believed the stories, but the power she holds in undeniable. She might very well have killed the Umbridge woman if it were not for having some better judgement."

Lucius chuckled slightly, "But the question still begs to be asked, what is she doing here? Surely the Blood would not exile one of their own, not when she is still held in high regard. Bearing the glyph marking is a sign of honour and I find it hard to believe that she'd be sent away without first having this honour revoked."

"It certainly is suspicious and I do not for a second believe that the story she told to Draco was the entire truth."

This emitted another cold chuckle from Lucius, "Well she is wise in that respect, not to trust my son with such valuable information." He replied smoothly, knowing only too well how Draco would take any situation and use it to his own full advantage, it was after all the way Lucius had taught. "I think Severus that we need to question her personally. A dose of Veritaserum should reveal all we want to know." He smirked again, stormy grey eyes shining malevolently, "I should like to be present for this, do you think you can command her to your office tomorrow evening, preferably without my son being present. I would not care for the whole of Slytherin house to know of the situation. Not just yet anyway."

Severus nodded, "I had anticipated an instance of this sort. I believe that she currently will be out of the common room after hours, getting to know your son rather more…intimately." He responded, a sly smile crossing his lips. "I had advised Draco that a visit to the Room of Requirement might serve his interests and I should think that I can apprehend her on the way back down to bed. A detention for being out after curfew would seem to be most convenient."

Lucius gave a curt nod in agreement and indication that the matter could be dropped there. It was a good plan certainly but the less he knew about Draco's personal involvement the happier he would be. Standing to leave Lucius said in farewell, "Then I shall return tomorrow, how does eight sound? Gives time for you to administer your detention first, don't want to arouse any suspicion now do we?" With that he turned and swept out of the room.

Severus looked over his desk and began to clear away the various books and paper that cluttered the shining black surface. He had some time before he would venture up to the seventh floor and wait for Rayne to emerge, he had a feeling that Draco would keep her there for a while yet.

***

Draco tore his lips away from Rayne's, gasping breathlessly. He gazed into her startling amethyst eyes giving her a look smouldering with pure lust. His hands were still entwined roughly in her hair and he began to lead her closer to the bed, not once letting his gaze wander from her eyes. Words seemed to have escaped him, all he could think about was what he wanted now that he had her alone. An innocent tip from Snape or not there was no denying that it was perfect. At that moment Draco didn't care what Snape got out of sending them up there, he had Rayne alone and would have no more sleepless nights plagued by his unfulfilled desires.

He moved his hands down to push against her shoulders and Rayne felt the backs of her legs make contact with the bed. Draco leaned in searching for a kiss, intending to push her down onto her back. Instead, he felt his lips make contact with her fingers as she raised a hand to stop him. "Hold on just one second," she said before adding slyly, "Who says you get to be in control?"

He frowned at her words, not at all sure he liked the idea of relinquishing control over this, or any, situation but as he felt her hands begin to roam his body he reluctantly decided to give in to her. She dragged her hands up his chest, toying with the fastenings of his robes before sliding them off his shoulders and letting them drop unceremoniously to the floor. She reached next for his crisp white shirt. Achingly slowly Rayne opened each button in turn, revealing steadily more and more of Draco's milky white skin. She teased every new inch with delicate, fluttering kisses.

Draco sighed as he let her drop his shirt to the floor along with his robes and delighted at the feel of her hands against his naked flesh. He reached for her again and this time his lips collided with hers. He pulled Rayne's body tightly against him to feel her warmth pressed to his bare chest. Her hands trailed down his back, whilst she allowed his tongue to explore her mouth, and they came to rest at the waistband of his trousers. With a firm grip on his waist she pressed her hips against him wanting to feel the growing hardness that strained against the fabric of his remaining clothing.

Breaking their feverish kiss suddenly Draco moaned, "Don't start your teasing again, I can't stand it." He moved his hips to increase the pressure against his throbbing desire and looked pleadingly into her eyes.

With a smirk Rayne replied, "Now I'm sure I don't know what you mean." But she wouldn't torment him too much, not when his eyes screamed everything he would never voice aloud. She trailed her fingers around his waist, tracing faint lines on his skin with her fingernails, just above the top of his remaining clothing. She stepped back and drew her hands to rest at the front, where the fabric of his trousers strained hard against his excitement. She held his smouldering gaze and Rayne licked her lips hungrily before allowing her fingers to pull the fabric open and drop his trousers to the floor to join the slowly growing pile of discarded clothing.

Draco swallowed hard as Rayne removed yet more of his clothing. He'd was grown steadily more naked and still Rayne wore everything she had come in with. He couldn't help but feel that this was rather unfair but if all of the focus was placed on him, his want, his pleasure then wouldn't he be getting exactly what he always wanted.

Rayne grinned as she exposed yet another pair of silken boxer shorts, considerably tented by Draco's throbbing erection. She stretched out a hand and curled her fingers around his silk covered hardness gently squeezing a stroking it's length, well just a little teasing couldn't be resisted.

Draco breathed huskily at her ministrations, delicate fingers skilfully exciting him further until he was panting, desperate for her touch on his excited flesh. They were back to where they had left off before and this time Draco would not be denied his desires. He pulled her chin towards him and kissed her viciously, "Let me feel you wrap your hand around my flesh, don't deny me any longer." He growled and Rayne obliged.

She tugged gently on the remainder of his clothing, sliding it slowly down his legs. Draco blessed for a moment at the feel of the silk slipping over his sensitive skin before he stepped away from the pile of clothing that littered the floor. He faced Rayne in all of his naked glory. She swept her eyes over every inch of him, drinking in every detail, he really was a picture of porcelain perfection. He was slim but showed signs of well defined muscle that would only improve with age, flawless, pale skin encased his entire form and his impressive manhood stood out hard and proud from the soft flush of golden curls at it's base. Rayne did her best to imprint the image into her mind, his handsome form even more so in it's nakedness.

She grinned as a hot flush of lust grew on her cheeks and coloured them a pale rose, coupled with an ache of desire that grew ever more demanding between her legs. Running her tongue along her full lips to wet them Rayne caught his mouth in a soft kiss and stretched her fingers to tentatively stroke the silken flesh of Draco's manhood. He groaned into the kiss at her delicate touch and silently begged her for more. Finally Draco felt Rayne firmly encase him in her delicately strong hand and she began to move her hand in long, languid strokes. He rolled his eyes back in his head, delighting as he got what he'd desired.

Groaning in bliss he leant forward to rest his head against Rayne's shoulder, planting numerous kisses onto the soft skin of her neck as he enjoyed her attentions, relishing in the pleasure that her skilful hand was causing to radiate out from the root of his desire. Rayne smiled smugly at his reaction, but when Draco seemed to have become complacent with her actions she slowed her stroke and soon stopped. Draco looked up and pouted at the cessation of the pleasure she had been giving him, but she merely grinned slyly and planted a chaste kiss on his lips before she stepped back, cutting off all contact from his body.

He opened his mouth, intending to complain, but the words caught in his throat as he watched Rayne sink to her knees before him. He suppressed a whimper of anticipation as she reached for him and parted her blood red lips, gazing hungrily up at him before engulfing the swollen head of his manhood in her hot, wet mouth. It was almost too much for Draco to cope with, two nights on the trot he had longed for her touch and now she was here devouring his very being, Draco was in heaven.

Rayne ran her tongue around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty drops of his excitement as they fell onto her tongue before drawing more of the shaft into her mouth. Slowly she inched his length between her soft lips, sucking hard as she drew more and more of him down her throat.

Draco marvelled at her skill and almost screamed in delight when her lips made contact with the rest of his body. She paused for a moment, massaging his length with the muscles of her throat before achingly slowly she began to withdraw, training her tongue to follow her lips on their path. Biting his lip Draco groaned at the sensation, tauntingly slow but heated perfection nonetheless. He felt himself grasping to the last shreds of his self-control. He reached out with shaking hands and snaked his fingers through her hair, loosing the battle against the want to force himself back down her throat. Grasping the back of her head he thrust his hips forward and groaned as he felt himself again sheathed entirely within her mouth.

She was taken by surprise at his sudden and forceful movement and Rayne had to fight not to gag on the unexpected intrusion in her throat. She moved her hands to forcefully grip Draco's thighs and take control of the thrusts, guiding him carefully in and out of her mouth. She responded to his movements, alternating between sucking hard on the shaft and running her tongue across the prominent head of his rigid member.

Draco lost himself to everything but the pleasure that emanated from his core, tingling over every inch of his flesh. He groaned and gasped loudly, pulling roughly on Rayne's hair as he felt the familiar pressure of orgasm reach it's peak, knowing it would take little more to tip him over the edge.

The rough glide of her tongue across the overly sensitive tip of his member sent Draco tumbling headfirst into his climax. "Oh Fuck!" he shouted, throwing his head back as his body convulsed in pleasure. The feeling shot through every inch of his form, prickling like electricity and spreading like wildfire as his manhood pulsed violently spilling his seed down Rayne's throat.

He hunched over, releasing his grip on Rayne's hair and breathed hard as his body slowly ceased convulsing. He felt his knees grow weak and whimpered as she withdrew his softening member from between her lips before he finally fell to the floor beside her. Rayne smiled warmly and stroked Draco's delicately sweat sheened face as he panted in recovery from his powerful orgasm.

At last Draco felt satisfied and it had been far more pleasurable even than he'd imagined, but he was determined that their night would not end yet. He turned and gazed hungrily into Rayne's deep purple eyes, he would make this a night to remember.

***

Snape looked up from his desk which was now clear from the clutter of books and parchment that had earlier littered it's surface, and glanced up to the clock that was set into the cold stone wall. It was growing late and he should begin to make his way up to the seventh floor, not wanting to risk missing Rayne on her way back down to the dungeons. He extinguished the lights in his office and then Severus swept silently out of the door, locking it with a flick of his wand, and glided up out of the dungeons, his long black robes whipping around his ankles as he walked.

With long, sweeping strides and a determined pace it took very little time for him to reach the seventh floor corridor. Breezing past where he knew the concealed entrance to the Room of Requirement lay Snape stepped into a darkened alcove and waited there patiently in the shadows, watching and waiting for Rayne to emerge.