Picking and Choosing (Tales of Hogwarts Romance) Chapter 7
(AN: I would like to warn every one, this chapter is more explicit than the previous ones, if you feel uncomfortable reading than don't.)
"KILLIOUS ENQUIROUS!!" He screamed, as he came down the stairs, still in black silk pajama pants and no shirt, but minus the morning wood. "Get over here NOW!" He fumed as Illy sheepishly peeked up from the book she was reading, The psychology of painful pranks: a vademecum of vengeful plots.
Having gotten dressed she was looking a bit better than earlier. Her skirt was normal length today, and had black garter-hooked stockings beneath it, completing the rather thrown together look her messy bun and converse sneakers implied. "Draco, cool it, it was a joke ok?" She said as calmly as she could before setting down my book and softly padding off towards the door.
"I'm not fucking with you Illy, you're in deep shit, now get over here!" She just smiled and walked through the door, bag in hand, toward breakfast.
"You stupid bitch, you can't just walk away from Draco Malfoy!"
The room around Draco was completely dead, no one moved, and no one spoke. Draco looked around, narrowing his eyes in on Dolan and Christian. "You two, come with me…the rest of you, you saw nothing." He walked to the door at a brisk pace. Draco was infuriated to the point that his blood was boiling; he didn't even notice the freezing temperature of the dungeons around him as he hurried after Illy barefoot. His mind was moving ten thousands thoughts a second, as he went through his catalogue of vengeful and cruel possible actions. The words in the note ran through his head as he watched Illy's skirt sway, giving him peaks at her garters, a grim smile passed his lips as the ultimate thought came to mind, if she liked playing dirty he happened to sit on that throne as well.
"Illy, turn around and stop running away like a little girl!" He shouted down the hall, her pride forced her to stop; she balled her hands into fists and turned around to begin a shouting match… just in time to be greeted by an immobulus from Draco. She stood in horror as he had Dolan and Christian pick her up and place her in the nearest room. It was an old storage closet full of crates filled with unmarked and unused crap. Dolan and Christian stood at her sides, fighting instincts to protect her and obey Draco, they could only hope that he wasn't capable of the disgusting behavior most of his family was. "Leave." He told them, pointing to the door. "Stand outside and keep a look out, if you don't think you can stomach that go get Crabbe and Goyle." They looked apologetically at Killious and slipped quietly away, Dolan beginning to tear as he took a last glance before shutting and door and going to find Crabbe and Goyle; he may have been loyal to Draco Malfoy, but he loved Illy Enquirous like a sister, so Draco could fuck himself. He turned to Christian who's face conveyed confusion in place of the rage that pulsed through Dolan's veins, "I'm going to go find Vincent and Greg, I'm going to tell them to come here, then I'm going to walk with moderate speed to find Snape and explain to him that I believe Killious to be in danger, if they're still in there when we get back, she'll be needing my help."
Draco came within inches of Illy's body, the heat from his anger warming her skin the closer he came. He put an arm on the wall behind her head, his muscles flexing and tightening as he moved. His shirt was still off, and his abdominal muscles looked like they had been sculpted from marble in the dim light.
"Now, listen closely, you little bitch. I'm going to go ahead and cut the shit, and ask you exactly what I want to know, got it?" All she could do was grunt, which earned me a smirk from his pale, callous face. He touched her lips gently, wickedly, with his wand, drawing lines on them with its smooth tip. He seemed to calm down now, becoming just as stoic, and withdrawn as the day she met him.
"So Illy…what's all this boil down to? I guess I really did peg you exactly last night didn't I…" His voice was ludicrously smooth, and at the same time it was like being bathed in ice. He smiled smugly and pushed a few stray hairs from her face with the wand. "Sort of, hit the nail on the head." He said pushing his knee forward on her legs, forcing them to move apart enough to make room for his, as he stepped even closer to her. "You really are sad, I mean at least I have an excuse, anyone who knows my father can explain why I am the way I am…" He was now cheek to cheek with her, whispering in her left ear as he slipped his right arm around her side. "but you, what do you have to say for yourself? You're just a manipulative bitch who doesn't want to get hurt." His chest pressed against her shirt, and she shivered slightly as goose-bumps ran over her skin. He heard her take in a sharp breath as he used the hand he now had on her lower back to pull her closer.
He pulled his face away from hers, so that he could look her in the eye.
"Now sweetie, do I scare you?" She narrowed her eyes to challenge him, but as much as she tried to hate him…she had never seen him sexier. He could smell her emotions, like some kind of animal, and was just as much of a snake as he looked.
"No? No this gets you off doesn't it? So what, when I'm nice to you I'm easy to reject, but when I'm more powerful than you are" he pushed her into the wall mid sentence, and quite roughly, she could tell that the skin on the back of his right hand had broken on the tips of his knuckle, as her head made a loud smacking noise on the wall. "then you like it. You feed my god-complex girl, and you only prove my father right," He leaned in to kiss her motionless lips, but instead ran his tongue across them once, and bit down sharply, trying to hide his self-disgust just as much as she was trying to make his spell nullify itself. Warm blood dotted her lower lip, "you can have anything you want; all you have to do is take it." He kissed her, this time spreading her blood to his lips. Her body became even more ridged, and her eyes grew wide as he moved the hand on her lower-back to the back of her head, pressing her lips into his. He stopped the kiss and licked the blood off his lips, savoring the sweet metallic taste on his tongue. He felt like he was possessed, as his eyes narrowed on her as he lost the majority of his inhibition,
"And Illy," He spoke slowly, unbuttoning the top button of her shirt, "I…want…you…" one more button gone with each word, her shirt was totally undone. "and I want you right now!" He pulled her shirt open. She was intoxicated in his scent again, just like she had been that last time one of them had fled the common room, but things were more mixed up this time, more perverse, almost more enjoyable, and indisputably more dangerous.
"Are you sure this is the right way?" George asked Fred as they stumbled through the dark, being cautions not to make their wands too bright, for fear of ending up in the wrong passage and being discovered.
"Course I am, you think I want to miss the greatest prank ever played on Draco Malfoy?" Fred retorted. "This should lead to a storage closet that's only like twenty-feet from the Slytherin house door, I just hope we didn't miss the fun…or end up in Filch's office on accident again"
"Yeah, for her sake, he just might kill her for this one." George jeered as they made their way along the hall.
They had been walking for some thirty minutes, getting down to the dungeon levels and bypassing Snape wasn't exactly easy, but they weren't planning to be stopped by Hermione's insistent questioning, so they were about ten minutes later than they planned on being. They checked the map one more time, noting that they were only about forty more feet away.
"You know, I had expected a better kiss from someone who used their mouth as much as you do." Malfoy smiled, and then lifted his wand again, "but I guess I'll be fair, you seem to be enjoying yourself." He lifted the curse from her mouth, leaving the rest of her ridged still, and leaned in again. She remained just as still as she was when she had no choice in her actions, but not getting lost in the moment was hard, Draco wasn't exactly new to this game either, and there was no way he had gotten this good from the little sluts at school.
"Oh, come on Illy, I'm playing nice…so you had better start doing the same." He whispered as he placed his left hand on her thigh, just inside her skirt.
"This is crazy Draco, even for you! So what, where does this go? You rape me in some storage closet and when I tell, you have your Daddy make it go away? What then, your friends know you'd do it, they'd never talk to you again…Dumbledore would have you thrown out, even Snape would be appalled after this!" She spoke as sternly as possible while he kissed her neck and collarbone nibbling on the soft skin here and there, moving down towards her bra.
He raised his eyebrows at her, looking right into her eyes as he spoke,
"Black lace and bows, could I expect any less?" He started moving toward the clasp. "And I know you better than you think, you'd never tell a soul, you'd be too embarrassed at how much you enjoyed yourself; now do me a favor, and stop acting as though your going to get caught and for that matter stop acting like you don't like this, or this could get more violent and less fun." He moved the hand on her thigh up higher, dragging his fingernails up her leg, from the outside to the inside of her thigh, stopping only when his hand brushed her panties. "Now kiss me like you should have last night Illy."
He moved to her face again, kissing her, delighted to see that she was complying, not noticing that she was still doing her best to hold back.
In the meantime a certain Dolan Lacroix was headed to the office of Professor Servius Snape with some news that, unbeknownst to the rest of the world, just might force him to commit murder.
Dolan barged into Snape's office loudly, and wasted no time getting across the room as he threw three or four first year Slytherin girls out of the way. He began banging on the teachers office door, splintering the wood with his balled fist, "Open up the fucking door, this is important!" He screamed. Snape swung the door open and stared down at Dolan, fury in his gleaming black eyes.
"And what is it that requires so much abuse of my door…no to mention several other students?" Snape asked coolly, raising his eyebrow at the girls who were ogling Snape and seething at Dolan.
"Cut the I'm-a-scary-bastard bullshit, Illy might be getting the shit kicked out of her as we speak." Dolan explained, as he grabbed Snape's hand and drug him down the hall. His demeanor altered entirely as soon as Illy was mentioned, and he was struggling not to tell Dolan to run, but he had to keep himself under control, he had worked with the dark lord for years, something this trivial shouldn't be scaring him this much.
"Explain…and let go of my hand!" Snape demanded. Dolan released his hand.
"Sorry, you're the same height as Clau- erm, she really pissed Draco off, well actually he pissed her off, but he was right, but not this morning"
"Stop babbling you dunce and explain coherently, what happened, and you should probably start at the beginning."
"Ok, well last night Draco was trying to do his whole I'm a charming fop bullshit and Illy embarrassed him pretty badly, so he brought up personal stuff about her having commitment issues and hurting all her friends, so she decided vengeance was in order, so she writes him this note that pretty much blames his standard every guy morning wood on a potion that she didn't even give him, well he goes nuts and chases her down, uses an immobulus on her, and drags her into a dark broom closet!" Snape was now moving faster than Dolan, who was jogging to keep up.
"Just so I'm totally clear, how do you know all this?" Snape inquired through gritted teeth.
"Me and Killous talk a lot, I don't really feel comfortable sleeping in the boys dorm, so I just crash in the common room, and well after the fight last night she brought down a book to go through for idea's, we ended up deciding on this together, she's in the storage closet right down the hall from dorm." Snape looked at Dolan oddly.
"We need to talk after all of this…in my office."
"Just push those crates aside." Fred told George, holding up his want to provide some light. The crate slide out of the way and Draco whipped his head around to see the Weasly twins coming from the back of the room. The room was still as Fred and George looked at Draco, who was looking anything but innocent, as his shirt was off, and he was plenty excited about the fact that their immobilized best friend was pushed against the wall, almost shirtless, with Draco's hand up her skirt and her bra about to fall off.
"FRED!" Illy screamed out, whimpering as he shook off the shock of the situation. She began to sob uncontrollably, which was hard considering her limited mobility, "Fred, George, you came!" Fred looked straight at Malfoy, who withdrew his hand and took two steps back. Immobulus Fred shouted at Draco. George rushed to where Illy was, taking his cloak off and wrapping her in it.
"He froze her Fred, she couldn't even move!" George cried to his brother, almost tearing himself as he returned her mobility with a quick Enervate.
Fred moved closer to Malfoy,
"You disgusting, perverted, filthy, whoremongering, worm of a human, I should just kill you right here, we could pack your dead body in one of these crates and no one would find you until they could smell your carcass rotting!" Just as Fred was about to unleash untold pain on Draco the door swung open, Crabbe and Goyle looked at the situation like dumb cattle.
"Get him back to his bed…and he might want Madam Pomfry." Illy finally instructed the twins. George looked from her to Malfoy to Fred, totally confused as Malfoy's minions removed him from the room. Illy crumpled to the floor next to George, who tried his best to comfort her.
Fred on the other hand was a tiny bit more interested in why she had just removed Draco from his imminent doom.
"Why did you tell them to get him? And why on Earth would he need madam Pomfry? I hadn't even busted him up yet." She looked at Fred and stood up quickly.
"I'll talk about this some other time…I need a new shirt so just let me go get changed…I'm sorry, but I'll explain later, at breakfast okay?" The twins looked confused, but they nodded, and after some quick hugs and kisses they were all on their way.
As the twins left the room together Fred ran awkwardly into Dolan, and George into Snape.
"Where is Ike?" Everyone looked at Snape, dumbfounded. "Miss Enquirous!? Where is she!" He demanded, looking like he was about to tear.
"She just went back to her dorm…to go change her shirt." George explained.
"Is she ok? What the hell did the bastard do to her?" Dolan demanded.
"He had her immobilized, her shirt was unbuttoned, and his had was part of the way up her skirt, but he hadn't done anything to her yet she didn't have a scratch on her, and after we found them she actually said he was the one who needed to go see Pomfry, the whole thing was very confusing." George explained.
"It was a bunch of bloody fucking bullshit! That's what it was!" Fred reeled in George's direction.
"Calm yourself Weasly, your brother was explaining the situation, not condoning anyone's behavior" Snape said, placing a hand on Fred's shoulder, and regaining his cool composure. "No one's going to get in trouble, there's nothing hear that we can really put against Malfoy, and before you decide to get into a fight you can't win might I remind you that Lucious is more powerful that you realize."
"Fine, but…" Dolan began before giving up. He let out a sigh and the twins looked over at him, realizing for the first time that he was there, meaning he was the one who had called a teacher, on one of his best friends.
"What important is that Ill's safe" They said in unison, looking back to Snape who had begun to leave.
"And thanks for coming to help her, I was worried you'd just ignore me if something involved Draco." Dolan said as he began to walk away with the professor.
"Normally I would have, but Ike, I mean Illy, she's important to the school." Snape explained, Dolan looked confused,
"How so?"
"You'll figure out soon enough. We have something we need to talk about it I'm not mistaken don't we?" He asked. Dolan's cheeks turned rose red and he followed just behind Snape all the way back to his office in silence.
(AN: If you're on the edge of your seat over this thrilling cliff-hanger than R&R, - Richard S.)
