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Snape continues to wait as Rayne and Draco continue to enjoy themselves in the Room of Requirement, but will all of his waiting pay off...

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A/N: Editied 28/11/08

Detention of Convenience

Draco sat on the soft pile carpet looking effortlessly dignified, despite his nakedness and the harsh rise and fall of his chest, as he fought to re-catch his breath. The faint pink flush that had spread across his chest whilst his orgasm coursed through his body was slowly beginning to fade leaving Draco grinning in satisfaction.

Once his heavy breathing had slowed to a more normal pace Draco fixed his gaze on Rayne's amethyst, lust filled eyes and growled with passion. He reached over and pulled her lips to his. Their night was far from over; he would not leave with just that one taste of pleasure. No his night would not end until he'd felt himself inside of her. He kissed her tenderly, soft lips brushing delicately against each other and then more earnestly as he raised a hand to stroke her cheek.

She grinned against his lips as he began to kiss her just as passionately as he'd done before, glad that he wasn't about to run out on her now that he'd had his pleasure. He coaxed her lips apart with his tongue and dipped it inside of her mouth mingling the taste of his saliva with the residual taste of semen that lingered on her tongue. His hand slid down to her shoulder and fumbled with the fastenings on the front of her robes, but failed to pull them open. He broke the kiss with a sigh and pressed his forehead to hers, trying again this time with both hands guided by his eyes. Eventually he pulled the fastenings loose and pushed the soft, black fabric down over her shoulders letting it gather at her waist. Smirking at his success Draco kissed her again before he moved to stand, pulling Rayne to her feet with him. Roughly he pushed her robes down to the floor before he scooped her up in his arms and lay her down on the, as of yet, untouched bed.

This time Rayne was happy to let Draco command the situation and did not resist as he effortlessly lifted her and lay her on her back against the cool, silk sheets. She delighted in the soft smoothness of the bedclothes against her and longed to feel them draped around her naked flesh, she could see why Draco favoured such a sensual fabric. Rayne lay back contentedly and grinned as Draco crawled cat like onto the bed, coming to rest with her body entirely beneath him. He dropped down, lowering his weight gently on top of her, pressing every inch of his naked form against her and hungrily began to devour her mouth. His tongue deftly exploring every part of the hot, wet flesh.

She circled her arms around his back and held him close, moving her hands to touch as much of his milky white skin as she could. Draco pulled away and started to open her shirt, beginning the disrobing ritual that she had gone through with him. He followed each opened button with a soft kiss until her shirt lay completely open exposing to him her red lace covered breasts. Raising herself off of the sheets at his indication, Rayne allowed Draco to slip the shirt off of her shoulders, where he threw it to the clothing littered floor before falling back and burying his head into the crest of her breasts.

He purred contentedly and began to lick, bite and suck the soft, tender flesh. Roughly he pinched both hardened nipples between his fingers causing Rayne to gasp and writhe beneath him. Feeling her arch her back off of the bed Draco took the moment to his advantage, reaching around he unhooked her bra and freed her soft, pearly white mounds.

Unceremoniously discarding her clothing Draco took in the almost artificial white of her skin, if she were to lay perfectly still she could well have been carved from marble. Even her flesh was cool to the touch. Only her vibrant, shimmering eyes and her deliciously hot mouth gave away any signs of life. Her nipples were a pale blush of the faintest pink against the barren background of her stark flesh, standing out hard and erect in arousal. Draco blew a breath of cold air over her excited skin and watched as faint shivers passed through her, seeming to momentarily bring her flesh to life.

She was almost too good to be real, not only in her physical form, which Draco found hard to tear his eyes from, but in her very essence. She was powerful and not at all frightened to harness the power to help herself. She was strong willed, independent and accepting of Draco for who he was despite everything that should have screamed at her not to. If he hadn't thought the notion absurd Draco may have thought he felt some feeling of love for her. He would certainly never feel quite the same for another person again, of this he was sure, but love? Was he really even capable of feeling real love after everything that compiled who he was? Draco Malfoy in love, and with a demon no less, what would the world think of him?

He gazed at her longingly, still so lost in the confusing myriad of his thoughts that he barely noticed her hand reach out to stroke his face. "Draco, are you okay?" he heard her voice come from what seemed like miles away, dragging him slowly back to the here and now.

He held her hand to his cheek and nodded, curving his lips into a warm smile. Perhaps it was a little too soon to worry about the question of love. He felt for Rayne of that he was certain, and it was more than just lust and selfish desires, but how could he love someone he'd known less than a week?

Moving her hand he placed a kiss into her open palm, "Of course, I'm fine." He whispered softly as he met her mouth in a kiss. He should stop thinking so much and make the most of the remaining time they had together, that was after all what he had so desperately been desiring.

His lips left hers and began to paint a wet trail down her neck to her chest. With one hand he teased the hardened bud of her nipple, drawing the other into his mouth. He ran his tongue around the taut flesh and sucked hard, hearing Rayne resume her succession of gasps at his rough but delightful ministrations. Leaving with a quick bite to her sensitive flesh Draco switched sides and resumed his actions on the other nipple drawing a more vibrant pink blush to the surface of the delicate skin.

Rayne sighed as Draco resumed his actions, she had feared that his deep thought was a sudden bout of regret, or an effort to plan how he could escape her, but as his mouth resumed it's painfully pleasurable actions all thoughts of soon melted from her mind. He was rough with her flesh but she loved it, loved that he didn't treat her like the china doll she looked, but then he knew of the true extent of her power. She ventured a glance down to the garish black marking that lay quiet on her forearm, at this moment a passive reminder of who she was, where she had come from but she knew all too well that it wouldn't stay like that. If only it could be like this forever, Rayne thought as she gazed affectionately at her blonde haired lover as he continued to ravish her breasts.

Letting her flesh drop from between his teeth Draco glanced up at her and met with Rayne's piercing eyes that now smouldered with desire. A glint shone mischievously in his own before he began to crawl back down the length of the bed, planting kisses on her exposed flesh as he moved. He came to a stop by her knees and Draco began to lightly brush his fingers over her long legs, teasing them apart so that his hands had access to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

She gazed at him hungrily as he ran his hands up beneath her skirt, her breath catching as he stopped just short of the centre of her desire where the ache was screaming for his touch.

Rayne panted expectantly willing Draco to move his hands again and to this time not shy away from where she wanted to feel him the most. His fingers moved slowly with feather light touches, inching closer and closer to the heart of her pleasure but once again he stopped and moved his hands away. It seemed that it was now Draco's turn to tease. She whimpered as he infuriatingly denied her what she wanted but bit her lip to silence herself.

Draco smirked at Rayne's obvious frustration and whispered, "See, not so fun now that the shoe is on the other foot." His silver eyes sparkled wickedly as he reached to unzip her skirt and slide it down over her legs.

Her breath quickened as she lay against the soft, silken sheets almost as bare as Draco, only her small, blood-red G-string covered her most intimate of places and yet it was there that she longed so desperately to feel his touch. But Draco was not done with his teasing, now she could feel the frustration he had suffered the last few days.

Ducking his head Draco trailed gentle kisses up her inner thighs, each time stopping just short of giving her any taste of relief, his fingers moved to join in the ministrations of his mouth. Rayne writhed at his touch and moaned in frustration trying to move to create some contact between her legs but Draco resisted.

Lifting his head he smirked as he watched her bite her lip in an attempt to prevent the pleas and insults from spilling out of her mouth. He mouthed a kiss at her then ran his tongue to the tops of her thighs, tracing the lines of her underwear and inching slowly closer to that heated spot that screamed for his attention.

"Draco, stop it, please." She found herself saying, her voice harsh and breathless from lack of use. She could no longer stand his teasing and any sense of pride had long since departed. In response Draco chuckled softly and moved his lips to centre between her legs, running his mouth with gentle kisses and licks along the outside of her underwear. She moaned at his movements but it still wasn't enough, the cloth of her G-string was inhibiting and Draco knew it, he was infuriating. Rayne groaned, "God, Draco I hate you." She said looking down at him with a furious hunger burning in her eyes.

Draco smirked up at her, meeting her eyes, and he shook his head, "No you don't," he said slyly, creeping back up her body, "You love me and you know it." He growled before grasping her in a desperate kiss. His hands wandered to slide off her one remaining item of clothing.

Their kiss was furious and hungry. Tongues fighting and teeth biting with bruising force. Rayne raked her nails down his back and Draco moved between her legs. She could feel his excitement pressed against her, hot against her flesh and just as hard as he'd been at the start of their evening. She longed to feel him inside of her and broke her lips away from his enough to gasp, "Please Draco, don't make me wait any longer."

Draco purred at her words but only moved his fingers to tease her opening, spreading the hot moistness across her soft folds. He rubbed the swollen head of his manhood through the hot wetness until she was panting in anticipation of when he would thrust himself inside of her. Her nails cut roughly into the flesh of his shoulders as she grew more and more impatient of waiting, Draco groaned at the sharp pain in his flesh and pushed his hips forward, plunging his length deep inside of her up to the hilt.

Rayne moaned loudly in relief as he impaled her fully on his shaft and began to thrust deeply, her hips moving to meet his. It was divine, perfect and worth waiting every second for. She could feel every inch of him sliding within her, bumping her cervix with the deepness of his thrusts causing Rayne to writhe and moan again beneath his body.

To him she felt like heaven, her walls were hot and molten as they wrapped tightly around his shaft, silkily massaging every inch as he thrust inside her. Their mouths met in heated passion as they gasped and moaned against each other. Hands kneading flesh, nails scratching and teeth biting as they drew each other closer and closer to the edge.

Orgasm engulfed them both in a great crashing wave of pleasure. They came, bodies shaking and convulsing as the shocks coursed through every inch of flesh. Moans stifled by furious kisses as the feeling reached its peak and slowly began to ebb.

They held each other, bodies slick with sweat, both breathing hard, hearts thumping in unison and gazed into each others eyes sharing soft loving kisses as they came down from the high of climax.

"That was incredible." Rayne breathed. No matter how much of a cliché it was it was true. Draco purred contentedly and moved to lie beside her, clinging her body close to him. He knew that they would have to leave soon, go back to the dungeons before morning, but they could share just a few more perfect moments until then.

***

Outside of the Room of Requirement the rest of the castle had been engulfed in a thick, velvet blackness. The hour had grown close to midnight and the corridors were devoid of students, if they knew what was good for them at least. The only movement that could be heard was the wheezing shuffle of Argus Filch the caretaker and his dust coloured cat Mrs Norris as they searched hopefully for any sign of a student out of bed. Occasionally the opaque form of one of the schools many ghosts drifted silently through the walls and still Severus Snape stood concealed in the hidden alcove, his gaze fixed intently on the long stretch of blank wall before him.

He'd been waiting quite a fair length of time by this point and still there was no sign of movement from where he knew the Room of Requirement lay hidden. Surely he can't have been mistaken; he knew Draco only too well and was more than certain he would have brought Rayne there that night. But he'd been stood in the shadows for close to an hour with no other sign of life in the long stretch of corridor.

The possible thought that he'd missed them crept momentarily through his mind but Snape shook it away, no he'd given himself plenty of time to ensure that he didn't miss them and even Draco couldn't work that fast not if his 'reputation' was entirely truthful. Snape sighed and with a scowl he resigned that there was nothing more he could do but continue to wait, if his original feeling had indeed been correct then they would emerge at some point.

This thought however led Snape to be faced with a problem, if they emerged together he would have to find a way of separating Rayne from Draco, he needed to have Rayne alone when he and Lucius would question her. If they had any sense they'd leave separately to draw less attention to themselves, but if they didn't, well, he may just have to subject Draco to a detention with Filch to keep up appearances.

"The information she has had better be worth this." He muttered irritably, he was not a man to be kept waiting in the dark for no good reason.

***

"I wish we didn't have to go back." Rayne whispered sleepily as she snuggled closer to the warmth of Draco's body. She'd love nothing more than to spend the night sleeping in the comfort of his arms, to not have to sneak back to that dormitory where those wretched girls slept, blissfully unaware of Rayne's desire to rip them all to shreds.

"I know," he muttered into her hair, "but we have to. We'll be missed in the morning if we're not back." Draco sighed reluctantly. At that moment he truly felt that he could be happy enough spending the rest of his life in that room with her, but that was probably just the lingering sexual high talking. Painfully slowly he moved to step off of the bed, immediately regretting the loss of contact with her body but they really did have to go.

Rayne sighed sadly as he moved away hoping that the reluctance she felt from him wasn't just a show, that the whole night hadn't just been a charade, as she now felt far too close to Draco to just break away. Could you call it love? Rayne didn't think so, no it was far too soon to consider love and even then she wasn't so sure she could even know real love, it wasn't a very big emotion amongst her kind. But she did know that she cared for him and couldn't accept being brushed off as just another of his conquests. Yes she'd heard the stories and even those weren't enough to put her off, not when Draco kissed her the way he did.

She watched for a moment as Draco began to silently slide on his clothes, the silence comfortable and companionable not thick and awkward like it could have been, before Rayne too moved off of the sumptuous bed and began to dress.

When they were both once again fully clothed they stood together by the door, casting a last melancholy glance over the room. Neither really wanted to step out of the door. Draco grasped a hold of her hand and pulled her into a warm embrace, they shared a passionate kiss before he whispered to her, "We shouldn't leave together, would draw too much attention." He kissed her again, more briefly this time, before adding; "I'll go first, give me a couple of minutes then follow. You'll find you way back okay?" he asked kindly in a way that was very uncharacteristic of Draco.

Rayne smiled in response and nodded, pleased at the concern he showed for her.

"Good, I'll meet you down in the common room." He said and, planting a glancing kiss on her cheek, he left pulling the door shut behind him.

***

The deathly quiet of the dark corridor was suddenly broken by the sound of a door swinging open. Severus Snape's attention was suddenly snapped away from his irritated thoughts as he watched a door suddenly appear in the long stretch of blank wall and a familiar, blonde haired figure stepped out.

Snape rolled his eyes, it was about time there was some sign of life from inside that room, Merlin knew he'd been waiting long enough. Though these bitter thoughts were soon replaced by feelings of smugness, of course he'd been right in his suspicions how could he of even doubted it for a second. Fortunately for both him, and the students who would be attending his classes the next day, the night had not turned out to be an abysmal waste of time. Not only that, but they were leaving the room separately, things couldn't have worked out any better.

He watched as Draco pulled the door closed behind him, once again concealing the entrance to the enchanted room and set off down the corridor, the dungeons no doubt his intended destination. Now all Snape had to do was wait, that seemed to have been the story of his evening, but at least now it seemed to be slowly drawing to a conclusion.

Rayne would be sure to follow a few minutes behind Draco, and Snape would at last get what he'd been waiting for. A minute or so passed before the long, shadow dressed wall once again opened to reveal the entrance to the hidden room and out stepped a second figure. This one defiantly female with long cascading dark hair and pale skin which seemed to take on a luminescent quality in the dim moonlit corridor. She took a quick and cautious glance around her before stepping out into the darkness and tentatively closing the door behind her.

This was his chance, he watched as Rayne turned and began trace Draco's steps along the carpeted floor before he slipped himself silently out of the shadows. With long sweeping strides Snape paced behind her until he was close enough for her to sense his presence.

The gentle tremor of a second pair of footsteps on the floor, encroaching on her own, caused Rayne to slow in her pace. In hindsight this action was probably not the best of choices but it never occurred to her in that moment that perhaps she should flee. As the looming presence of another body drew closer her limbs seemed to grow cold and ceased to want to work, she'd been caught.

A hand reached out and curled its long, cold fingers round Rayne's wrist and pulled her back to lock her gaze with his black eyes.

Rayne stifled a yelp as she felt her arm suddenly wrenched around forceing her to meet the steely gaze of Professor Snape. Her eyes widened in shock as he sneered at her looking immensely smug and showing no sign of releasing his death grip on her arm.

"P-Professor, what are you doing up here?" she asked, cringing as soon as the words had left her lips. It was such a stupid thing to say, he had every right to be up there it was she that was in the wrong.

"I believe the question is what are you doing up here?" Snape crooned coldly, "Out for a moonlit stroll?" His sneer was echoed through his tone of voice but there was also a peculiar hint of triumph that caused Rayne to frown.

"I, um, was just going back to the dungeons Sir." She said carefully.

"Yes. But you shouldn't be out at all now should you? Or do you believe that your 'special' situation in this school makes you an exception to the rules?"

Her mouth dropped open at his words, his accusing tone raked across her nerves. Yes she was in the wrong but she certainly didn't think of herself like that. She bit back the retort that she longed to throw at him, knowing that it would only land her in even more trouble. "No Sir," she said bitterly, forcing herself to hold his gaze, "I just…"

"You just decided to ignore them?" He cut in, finally letting go of her arm to pace in a slow circle around her. "I believe that I have warned you once already Rayne, about watching your step, and yet you chose to defy my warning. I am afraid that this time I shall not be able to overlook your rule breaking." His pacing stopped as he leaned in to meet her purple eyes; his significant height and domineering presence making her feel incredibly small in comparison.

Rayne closed her eyes and looked away from him, his piercingly cold gaze gave her the impression that he could see into her thoughts. "I understand Sir." Great, here it comes, she thought with a sigh, how on earth did he not catch Draco too am I really just that unlucky? Shaking her head at her thoughts Rayne waited to hear what punishment he had in store for her.

"It disappoints me Rayne to find students from my own house out after curfew. And after the warning I have already issued to you I have no other choice but to give you detention." He said bluntly.

Rayne nodded; yes that was what she had been expecting. It could be worse but then she had heard that Snape's detentions could be particularly horrible. She'd opened her mouth to accept her punishment when a thought hit her, wait, did he say students? As in more than one? So he did see Draco, but I bet Snape let him off with a warning or word of guidance or something.

"Tomorrow night, seven o clock in my office. Do not be late." Snape commanded before turning and breezing down the to opposite end of the corridor. He smirked to himself, things had gone exactly to plan, no matter how long he'd been stuck waiting and tomorrow things could really move along. Just imagine the advantage if the demons would come out of exile to join their forces, the war would be theirs.

Rayne stood silently in the corridor for a moment or two after Snape had stalked away. Well the detention had been expected but what bothered her was why Snape had been up there in the first place, she had yet to see him anywhere beyond the great hall and the dungeons. So why was he all of a sudden up on the seventh floor conveniently there to catch Rayne leaving the Room of Requirement?

With a furious shake of her head Rayne moved to make a swift trip down to the dungeons, thankfully not meeting another soul along the way. As she walked her thoughts twisted round and round inside her head until they had become mixed in a maddening tangle. Snape had seen Draco too he had to have done, so what had they said to each other? And why had he still been there waiting for her? Draco had told him something, she concluded her temper beginning to flare and she was going to find out exactly what was going on.