[Chapter Sixteen] Daydreams
The brunette's feet sank in the deep snow as she walked towards Hogsmeade, eager to find the evidence she needed. This is what she has been waiting for. All she need to do was expose the two traitors and she would be revered above all others-
The girl gasped as she saw them, jumping behind a lone tree, knowing that she was screwed. There was no where else to hide. Only one lone tree near a highly used path. The girl was panicing.
I cant be exposed right now. I'm so close. There has to be some way.
The brunette's target walked along the path, but they did not walk together as she had thought at first glance. They walked nearly 10 yards apart, the blonde in front of a boy.
The brunette scoffed as they drew nearer, and knowing her cover would be blown if she did not hide, she found herself pushing her expensive brown leather boots beneath the surface of the snow, and twirled heat from her wand to melt a path for the rest of her body, and the rest of her $1500 suit that was about to be completely ruined by mud and water.
But she would be safe.
A long while later, the brunette rose from the snow, shocking a few students heading towards Hogsmeade. The brunette ignored them, and rushed to her destination. She knew where they planned to meet, and she would not let this ruin the information she was to get.
The girl rushed toward the small apothecary that had a small underground passage to the Hog's Head. Now all she had to pray for was that they two of them would sit near a floor drain.
Nearly an hour later, the target entered the shop. Her high pitched voice was hard to ignore, and carried easily into the floor.
The brunette listened as they say at a nearby table. If they whispered, she would be unable to hear.
"I would never let anything happen to you. Everything I did was to protect you."
The brunette held back a gasp. It can't be. After a moment of thought, the brunette realised that though this was not exactly what she was looking for, it would be useful in her final report, if she failed to get everything else she needed.
Lena walked towards Hogsmeade, anxious to get to her location. Regulus needed to test the locket, though Lena was hardly eager to take the locket from its hiding place to take it outside where anybody could snatch it from her.
Lena entered the Hogs Head and found Regulus beneath a hooded cloak in the back.
She nodded to him and pushed the locket into his pocket. The man left with a nod and Lena had a butterbeer before she left the tavern.
With all danger now away from her, her anxiousness to meet with Draco returned.
He wanted to spend time with her. He missed her. Lena's heart welled unbearably as she confirmed this as not a joke when she saw Draco standing in the Shrieking Shack.
She rushed inside and as he turned to see her, he pushed her against the wall, frantically kissing her as they made their way up the stairs, and into a bedroom. Draco waved his wand and the once dust bed became clean. Their mouths met with a burning passion and Lena pulled Draco's robe apart, the bottoms snapping off in every odd direction. He removed her robe by pulling it over her head, and pushed her roughly toward the bed, stripping his own shirt off. Lena collapsed as he prowled on top of her, his hand stroking her cheek and moving her hair behind her ear.
His lips met her ear and made a trail down her chin to her mouth. Draco pulled off her remaining clothing and bit down on her neck roughly, Lena gasped and pulled his body against hers.
"This is wrong," she repeated, but her mouth moved over his body furiously and the words were between kisses.
Draco's hand lingered at her waist, watching her eyes. "Doesn't feel wrong to me." His voice was low with lust. He moved his lips to Lena's neck and began to suck gently. His hand slid lower on her waist and Lena gasped. It had been so long since she had been touched this way.
Soaring into pleasure, Lena continued to gasp until his hand touched against her and rubbed gently. His fingers circled enticingly, and as they entered her, she gasped loudly.
"Shhh," said Draco, but he was smirking.
Reaching for his boxers, and grasping him gently, he removed his fingers and met her lips in a kiss. As his tongue slid in, so did he. Out of the corner of her mouth, "Draco!"
He thrust into her slowly at first, gaining momentum. "You are mine, Lena Yavari."
"I love you, Draco," she said as her world shattered into ecstasy and she bit down on his lip savagely.
Lena's vision seemed to be stunned by a sunny haze as she left the Shrieking Shack, though the sky was ominous and had been for several days.
She made her way to the Hog's Head, praying that Regulus' plan had worked, and that he would not be returning the locket. He had said it would only take an hour, and she had given him nearly that.
As she entered the Hog's Head she sat at the table and voiced loudly for another beer, this one with no sweetstuff. As she called out the door opened and allowed a swift draft to enter the tavern once more.
Draco. He approached her quickly and sat at the table across from her.
"I know you must have a lot of questions, Lena..." He began.
"You think?" She spat sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "I don't care if all we have is sex, at least we have something that way."
Draco's face winced as though her comment had hurt him physically.
"I love you, Lena. And I will always love you. You have to trust me, I don't want to get you involved."
Lena stood up, and as she did so, a hooded man bumped roughly into her. She felt the locket as it hit the bottom of her robe pocket. It was as though time slowed down, and she could see the locket as it hit the bottom of the fabric, bounced ever so slightly and dropped once more, this time landing with a heavy burden.
As soon as the locket ceased movement, Lena felt the heavy pressure once more on her chest, and she realized that she had felt any relief for the past hour until the burden was returned.
Draco jumped up to punch the man, but he was already gone. Regulus was skilled in stealthy arts at this point in his hiding.
"Why all the lies?" Lena found herself asking, turning to Draco once more, meeting his stone cold, dead eyes once more. So much different from the lively sparkles the year before.
"I would never let anything happen to you. Everything I did was to protect you." Draco leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. He gave her one last glance that made the guilt well up inside her as he left the Hog's Head.
"Wynnie." The name was spoken almost silently, but the small pop assured Lena that it had worked.
"Yes, Miss Yavari?" The elf squeaked.
"Would you bring me all of the presents from my birthday that have no labels?"
The elf nodded and quietly disappeared.
Nearly half an hour later, the elf returned. "I'm sorry, miss, the presents are all missing. I've looked every where for them, and I cannot find them anywhere."
Lena frowned, and the elf flinched. "Keep looking. Find them. I have reason to believe there's something I should have found this summer in them."
The elf disappeared with another faint pop and Lena leaned against the pillows on her four posted bed.
The brunette searched furiously though the room.
I've searched through everything except that trunk.
The girl flicked her wand angrily toward the trunk several times. The desk and the bed flipped rapidly, but the trunk remained unscathed.
The brunette grunted furiously and flicked her wand once more as she left the room. The bed and the desk pieced themselves back together.