Chapter 19, Part One: Draco's Indiscretion
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Perhaps the only person more miserable on Hogwarts grounds was Draco Malfoy...he had heard nothing from Snape about punishment, perhaps he wasn�t going to receive any, however his outburst on Potter had caused him to miss telling Ivy goodbye, he was absolutely miserable and was pacing the floor of the Slytherin common room, then a idea struck him! What if he slipped out to their cottage? Just to kind of be close to her, in some way...........it was certainly better than sitting here, so with Ivy in his mind he set off across the school.
Upon reaching the cottage he paused. How was he going to get past all the curses Ivy had set, he certainly didn�t want to become a Warthog. Instead of entering through the door he proceeded around to the back and climbed up the towering Oak tree and along a branch that brushed Ivy�s bedroom window. He withdrew his wand and taking a deep breath whispered, �Alohamora�. The window swung open and he looked down to make sure he still had his full compliment of limbs, he did. Once through the window he looked around the room.
The dressing table was a mishmash of makeup perfume bottles and sweets. He picked up one of the bottles and breathed in the heady scent that he loved so much; popping a chocolate frog in his mouth he continued his explorations.
Snape had made it safely into the kitchen, after performing a quick countercurse when he felt himself start to sprout tusks and was sitting at the table glowering at George. George was not used to other people trying to feed him and was not quite sure whether to bite Snape, burn him or beg; he eyed the box of candy and snuffed the scent of the Mokes. He decided just to glare Snape into feeding him.
Snape searched the room with his eyes and saw nothing that looked like the box that he so desperately wanted back. He stood up and began to open drawers and cupboards; George took advantage by jumping on the table and tearing open the box of food, to Georges pleasure Snape obviously didn�t know Osanna�s rules about Dragons on the table. Snape hearing the tearing and gulping ignored it.
�What a disgusting animal� he thought as he searched.
As he lay in the bed, the satin sheets cooled his skin and Draco rolled over to press himself further into the scent of Ivy that he found on the pillows.
In his mind he saw her face bending over him, kissing him. Softly at first and then hard and hungrily, full of passion and desire.
He rolled on to his back and slowly slid his hands down between his trousers and his skin. The ache had returned and this time there would be no interruptions.
He felt her fingers touching his body and her nails dragging at his skin, he ran his own fingers through her hair and she moved, slowly lower; her mouth tracing a complicated knot work on his skin...
He let out a sigh and the yearning grew as he felt his blood rushing to his loins. He started to rub his hands slowly over his cock.
She closed her mouth around it and he felt her tongue exploring its length. Her teeth gently scraping the flesh as she worked her lips�
His hands pressed down harder, he groaned.
She leaned upwards again and he kissed her breasts, biting softly as he buried himself in them�
Faster he moved, roughly pulling the sensitive flesh.
She smiled at him and raising herself up on her knees slowly pushed her hips down. He could feel her enveloping him, the warmth, the wetness�
The door pushed open,
�MALFOY!!!!!?????� Snape shouted in horror as he quickly took in the scene.
Draco flushed a bright red. He pulled his hands out from his trousers, unable to stifle the groan that erupted from his lips.
Snape stared. �What the hell�� He thought and grabbed Draco by the shirt, pulling him down the stairs. He shoved him into a kitchen chair. Quickly he paced up and down. George growled softly at the intrusion on his dinner. Snape stopped in front of Draco, a look of disgust drawn angrily on his face. �I�m sending an owl to your parents this second. What� Why� How you were in Miss October and Miss Cariads' bedroom you can explain to them I think. Now get back to your dormitory this instant. Your grounded to your room until further notice�.
A now pale Draco ran. Tears whipped from his eyes in the cold chill of the winter evening. He had been so close�
Narcissa curled her spine with pleasure, lying on the large unicorn skin rug, which graced the hearth in Lucius� room. Next to the shimmering silver hair her skin looked paler than ever, but her cheeks were flush as she watched the silver haired man walk across the room. �Wine my love?� He asked, so softly and so different from his usually harsh tones that she was almost shocked. �Yes Lucie, but hurry I�m getting cold.� She stretched her naked body next to him as he lay down next to her, feeling his skin on hers. �It�s amazing what a little know how will do� She thought to herself and a selfgratiating sneer formed on her lips. He started to kiss her body again and she sighed, �Why didn�t I think of this before? It�s only what I deserve,� The thought flashed through her mind as she moved on top of him once more.
An Owl flew in through the open window and landed on her back. She screamed as the talons touched her flesh and Lucius grabbed at the bird and removed the note. He read it, crumpled it up and threw it in the fire. �Draco�s got in trouble my dear, but he can wait till tomorrow.�
Draco fled across the school grounds, swearing furiously under his breath and trying to keep his dignity intact. His face was a burning crimson, and hot, stinging tears of frustration and rage slid down his cheeks. He had been so close.... how had he not heard someone else in the house, and WHY did it have to be Snape of all people? He wiped his face across his robes and slowed to a halt as he got close to entering the castle, he didn�t want anyone to see him like this...things were bad enough already. Ivy had not even said goodbye to him when she had promised...he had just needed to be CLOSE TO HER! Didn�t anyone understand that?
He slipped back into the school grounds quietly, it was after curfew now and getting caught would just be the icing on the cake. He paused for a moment to straighten his robes and tie when Filch came out from around the corner, his eyes flashed and he grinned.
"MR. MALFOY! OUT AFTER CURFEW! Off to my office we go!" He rubbed his hands together in abject glee.
Draco's face fell and he was about to start screaming every obscenity he could think of when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Not tonight Filch, the reason Malfoy was out past curfew is my fault, he was helping me look after the home of Professors October and Cariad, if anyone is to blame it is me for losing track of time."
Draco stiffened, the voice was unmistakable, it was Snape. Draco squirmed a bit, his face turning bright red; he had never felt this uncomfortable in his entire life.
"I had no idea, all right then, make sure he gets back to his dorm...now" Filch stated, obviously disappointed he couldn�t apprehend Draco.
Filch wandered off, Miss Norris a few feet behind and Draco looked up at Snape, he was going to say something, perhaps even thank him when Snape shot him a look.
"Say NOTHING of any of this to anyone, I am going to have to keep this quiet from Dumbledore or you will be expelled, do you understand? NOT A WORD! I will be keeping a eye on you...........DO NOT LET anything like that happen again."
"Professor I...."
Snape shook his head and shot Draco another look that could have melted him into the floor. "Malfoy, I don�t know WHY you were doing that THERE and I do not want to know, never do it again."
With that last sentiment Snape was gone, back down the corridor to his own quarters, leaving Draco alone once again, and he had never felt so alone in his life, truth be told it made him rather angry. Ivy gone, his mother a lying, muggle whore..........and being caught by Snape. He wondered to himself as he made his way back to the corridor, if Ivy would be back for Christmas, and exactly what he could procure that would impress her. He began thinking of things as he made his way up to the portrait. "Peppermint Toad" he muttered, and the portrait slid open. He ducked down and stepped inside, there on the common room couch sat Sestine.
See, we told you so. So you CANT complain.