Murky Waters - Chapter Eleven
Title: Murky Waters
Fandoms: the Harry Potter Universe
Rating: no one under 18. there will be sex and dirty language and whatever else i feel like tossing in here.
Warning: as i said, sex and dirty words.
Disclaimer: i do not own Draco or Lucius or Severus or... *wibbles* what do i own? i don't own Illiana. she belongs to Madam Shark. i do own Kendra, but that isn't saying much. not in the grand scope of things. all recognizable character from Harry Potter belong to the talent Jo Rowling and, as such, she has all the money. i have none of it. meaning, i make nothing in the writting of this. no money, no fame or glory. no... damn, why am i doing this again? oh yeah. right. the lovely, nice comments people leave me. and the adulation. um, is there any of that in this? no? bugger.
Author's Notes: this is probably still rough. and i don't know for sure that it was beta-ed. it may have been. but i doubt it. i'm pretty bad about having people look over my stuff...
Murky Waters: The Index
Chapter Eleven: The Definition of Devious
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Draco sat on his couch, staring at the charred remains of the parchment he had just been holding. Damn Kendra! She had purposely bewitched the parchment so that he couldn't use it more than once. Of course, thinking on it, he couldn't say he blamed her. He was a Malfoy, and using devious means to achieve his goals was something he'd been taught practically from the moment he'd exited his mother's womb. Still, he'd nearly ended up scorching his fingers. One moment, he'd been reading, the energy of the spell flowing away from him. The next, the parchment was burning like an old piece of dried wood on the fire.
He was lucky he still had his fingertips.
As it was, the spell was cast and only needed to be given it's commands to do as it was intended. He wasn't certain if he would start out with some of those commands, or if he would wait and see what Illiana had to say when she returned. He had been assured that she would not be able to detect the spell until he wanted her to. And he had to give Kendra credit where it was due. If she said Illiana wouldn't know about it, then he could be certain she wouldn't. It was one thing he knew he could count on when it came to the Gryffindor wench. She knew her spells.
Sighing, he stood and headed for the kitchen. He needed to clean up the ashes before Illiana returned. He didn't feel lying to her about them would be a prudent idea. And he wasn't about to give her any more reason to be suspicious of him. He knew she hadn't fully accepted his reasons for going to see Kendra in the first place. He would tell her about the spell later. When he wanted her to know he had cast it. As well as why.
Which had him thinking..... How would he tell her? He wasn't going to just start turning on bits without her knowing what was coming. Perhaps he should come up with some way to use the spell to his advantage without giving it away. He allowed his brain to do the one thing it seemed terribly good at. He let it wander and plan. He was ever good at coming up with plans. They might never turn out, but he could plan nearly as well as...... That was it!
Grinning from ear to ear, he headed for his bedroom. His closet contained all of his books. Most people assumed that, as he was a blonde, he had no need to read a book now and again. They were right, to an extent. He merely read when he needed some sort of solution to a problem. And one of his books would work well in this situation. Opening the large closet wide, he moved to the back to find his book shelves.
Finger running along the spines as he read, he finally found the one he was looking for. *Useless Potions for Fun and Profit* had seemed like a frivolous spend at the time, but he knew it contained just the kind of thing he was looking for. Taking it out into the living room with him, he took his seat on the couch and began thumbing through the pages. He stopped when he opened the book to the page bearing a potion called Spurious Passions.
This potion would be the perfect one, as it did absolutely nothing, other than give a slight elevation to the body's temperature. He could give it to her and not have to worry about side effects. And she would never know that it wasn't the potion that was causing the..... feelings. His only problem was how to get her to take the potion. He certainly wouldn't force it down her throat or put it in a glass and expect her to just drink it blindly.
He thought over the problem as he strolled back out into his living room. It came to him in a flash of brilliance that had the patented Malfoy smirk spreading over his lips. He could say he was brewing it for the shop and wanted to see how it worked before bottling and selling it. Surely she would be willing to try out a potion brewed for passion. With him. It would be too easy.
Taking the book into his small kitchen with him, he began pulling supplies from the cupboard. He kept the minimal amount of food in his cupboards, preferring to eat with his family and friends. Who knew that Potter would turn out to be bloody brilliant when it came to food? Most nights, he went and ate with Harry and Weasley. With Illiana here, that had been put on the back burner, but he still rarely ate in his own home. Once he had all the ingredients, his cauldron, and a few other essentials, he went to work.
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Illiana found Draco in the kitchen, putting certain items away that told her he had been brewing potions while she was gone. He was putting a cauldron back into the cabinet above his head, a few other things sitting on the counter, waiting to be put back. There was a small vial of a pale, milky yellow liquid at his elbow. She watched him, admiring the way he seemed at ease in his surroundings. She could well imagine he had been at home in Snape's dungeons while taking his Potions classes.
She herself had never been terribly good at Potions. She could manage well enough to get by, and to use them when playing practical jokes on her friends. But she had never come close to being as skilled at brewing them as Draco appeared to be. He had put everything away finally and glanced down at the vial near his elbow. Then he looked up, noticing her standing there. He smiled, stepping out into the living room with the vial clasped loosely in one hand. ' I may need your help with a little experiment,' he told her casually, swirling the potion he held.
'With what?' she asked, staring up at him.
' I'm thinking of selling a line of potions in the shop. Potions hand brewed for pleasure. Before I can do that, I need to test them and ensure that no ill effects will befall any one. I was wondering if you....' he stopped then, shaking his head. 'No, I couldn't ask you to.'
'Ask me to what? Try it for you? Why not?' she asked, her eyes going to the potion he held.
' It wouldn't be fair. While it's ingredients should make it harmless, one can never be too certain until a new potion has been tested. I would hate to have to take you to St. Mungo's for some such occurence. Worse yet, to Snape. I was his best student, no matter what anyone else says. It would be embarrassing for us both to have to go to him for help.'
' I'm certain, if it is truly harmless and you've brewed it properly, there should be no ill side effects,' she argued with a great deal of logic. The potion was harmless, producing nothing more in a person than elevated body heat. But he wasn't about to tell her that. He managed to school his face, making it appear as if he were thinking seriously about her words. After what he deemed a sufficient amount of time, he heaved a grest sigh and slowly shook his head. No need to seem too eager.
'No, Illiana. I really don't think I should,' he told her, putting the right amount of regret in his tone. Wizard, hell. He should be one of those Muggle actor blokes. He was damn good. 'No, I can't ask you to do it.'
'Well fine. You're not asking me. I'm volunteering,' she declared, a determined note in her voice. He stared at her, keeping his face blank, then heaved another theatrical sigh and slowly handed her the potion. Illiana took it from him, unstopping it and tossing it back as if she were drinking a shot of FireWhisky. When she had drained the contents, she set the vial down on a table nearby and looked at him, waiting. After several moments like this, she frowned. ' I don't feel any different.'
'You won't right away. The potion recipe said it would take from twelve to twenty four hours to start to work. So we will see come the morning,' he replied. She nodded silently and wondered why she had the fleeting feeling that she'd just been conned.
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Illiana was on her way to check out a flat for let she'd found listed in the *Daily Prophet* when she felt the most peculiar sensation. So strange, that she stopped walking to take stock of her body and be sure that she was actually feeling it. As she stood there, in the middle of the sidewalk, she gasped. It felt as if a pair of fingers were tweaking at each of her nipples, pulling and pinching them. Looking down, she noted that her nipples were hard, stretching the material of the sweater she wore. But there were no tell tale bulges to that spoke of fingers. Yet, the fingers were there, pulling at them. Doing a fine job of starting her on the path of arousal.
She was confused a moment or two, trying to figure out what was going on, before she recalled the potion Draco had brewed the day before. He'd said it would take a while for the effects to be made known. Now was a hell of a time. She stood a moment longer, trying to discern how much trouble this would be. As the seconds ticked by, she decided that if her nipples were the only part of her to receive this treatment, she should be able to go to her appointment without incident.
The walk to the flat was slow, because the sensations kept increasing as she moved forward. They didn't center on anywhere other than her nipples, but trying to think and block out the stimulus was torture. The Real Estate Wizard was awaiting her, and promptly let her into the flat. He lead her through the small space, showing her each room as if they were in a palace. The entire time, her nipples ached to be properly worshipped by Draco's mouth.
She barely held back the groan when a ghost finger was suddenly tracing the seam of her nether lips, running back and forth over the slit gently. She felt the blood rise to her face for a moment before it all rushed lower, swelling her lips open. She was almost expecting the finger to dip inside of her. To feel the moisture already pooling in her opening pussy. But it remained on the exterior, slowly rubbing over the swollen flesh. It was torturous and completely unfair. She knew Draco planned on working in the shop all day, leaving her quite without relief for this strange assault.
'Miss von Haifisch? Is there something the matter? You're looking positively flushed. Do you feel alright?' the masculine voice cut through the fog of desire. Illiana blinked at the man, realizing they had stopped in the main room of the flat. He was staring up at her with a look of concern and apprehension. She managed a smile and nodded, feeling the blush deepen.
'Yes. I'm perfectly fine. I'm sorry, but this flat will never do,' she said, then gestured vaguely about the room they were in. Her eyes cast about, looking for some thing she could use as her reason. Her gaze fell to the red carpeting beneath her feet. 'The carpet is all wrong. I'm sorry for wasting your time, sir. Good day.'
With that, she made her way to the door, barely able to control the urge she had to run. It seemed to take forever for her to make it back to Draco's store. By the time she got there, she was hovering on the verge of orgasm. She wanted... no, she *needed* to take the blonde godlet to bed. Immediately. His potion was bloody amazing. Once people found out about this, he wouldn't be able to keep it on the shelves.
Using supreme effort, she managed to school her face into a mildly bland expression, despite the fact that it now felt as if there were a mouth nuzzling her most intimate body parts. She strolled through the door of the shop casually, managing to look for all the world as if she were not ready to jump up and down on Draco like a mad woman. Her lavendar gaze flicked around the interior, searching for the familiar blonde head. All she saw was a dark one bent over the table in back. Squaring her shoulders, she headed for Seamus Finnagan.
'Oy, Illiana. I see you survived the Bite of the Dragon,' the Irishman smiled up at her. She returned it, not really able to deny the mirth his comment brought to her lips. Nodding, she glanced about once more. ' It seems I wasn't as lucky as you. Fred told me I passed out and fell off my broom.'
'You did,' she confirmed. He grinned, looking as if it was of no great concern.
'An Irishman is never drunk, so long as he has something to hold onto..... so he's still on the planet,' he told her. She laughed at the idea, just imagining him laying on the ground, his hand wrapped tightly around a single blade of grass.
'Um, where is Draco? I need to speak with him about something,' she tried very hard not to look like she was desperate for his answer.
' I believe he went to the storage room for some supplies,' Seamus nodded his head in the general direction of the door that lead to the storage room. She nodded once more, then turned to go the way the young man had directed her. Just as she was rounding the corner, which hid the door to the back room, Draco was coming out. He had a few small items in one hand, his other grasping the door knob. He looked up just as she launched herself into him, nearly knocking him off his feet.
The supplies went flying as he put his arms around her, locking his muscles to keep her from toppling them both to the floor. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, her mouth finding his. He was not entirely certain he wanted to be seen, as where they stood was visible to the door and anyone who came in. He was uncomfortable with such a display of affection, thanks to his father, and he didn't think he'd like it for someone he knew to come in and witness this. He would most likely never live it down.
When Illiana broke from him, he stared at her. Her cheeks were flushed a healthy pink with her excitement, and he could see the desire simmering just below the surface. It turned her eyes a nearly clear purple color. He'd seen it a few nights ago. It was intriguing to see. And it told him that the spell was working very well. He gave her a smile, deciding he would play dumb. Not too difficult, really. ' Illiana?'
'The potion is bloody amazing, Draco. There are these hands and this mouth. They're every where and they feel so real! It's going to be a hit! And I need you. Right now. Right here, if necessary!' she announced, then took his mouth with hers once again. her tongue slid into his mouth, fighting with his for dominance. He forgot the door for the moment, enjoying the feel of her body pressed to his.
His arms tightened about her, pulling her into him even tighter. Her nipples stabbed his chest, her crotch centered over his. She was already hot. He could feel the heat of her throbbing core through her clothing.He could feel his cock stirring, coming to life with the very thought of having her willing flesh wrapped around it. Stifling a groan, he disentangled himself from her grasp, setting her back from him. He wasn't ready to let her off the hook just yet. 'Draco?' she looked to him questioningly. 'Don't you want to join me upstairs and celebrate this achievement?'
' I'm sorry, but I have work to do. I will be busy all the day, and I'm not sure when I'll be able to come up stairs,' he replied, settling the appropriate look of longing on his face. He really was an amazing actor. She stared at him, mouth hanging agape at his announcement. She needed him now, and he had to work? She turned her eyes back to the shop, looking out over the vast amounts of crowds that were clustered outside on the sidewalk.
'What work? There's no one in the shop. Surely Seamus can handle it so you and I can properly christen this new potion?' she nearly demanded. The mouth was still there, having calmed some what for a few moments. Now, it felt as if it were sucking at her clit. She was on the verge of tears. And orgasm. He just couldn't say no to her. Not now!
' I assure you that I have many things I need to do here. Things that cannot be put off any longer. I do have a shop to run. I'm sorry,' he made his tone as sincere as he could. It wasn't hard, as his brain was currently picturing her wrapped around him as he thrust himself into her hot pussy. He had to force himself not to clench his teeth together. It was almost impossible to hold back the moan, as well. But he avoided both things. Things that would give his flagrant desire away for her.
She smiled at him mysteriously, making him wonder what she was thinking. Then she turned and headed for the stairs. 'If you change your mind, Draco, I will be awaiting you upstairs.'
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The white owl swooped through the open door to land on the nearest counter. Draco hurried over to the bird and scowled. Hedwig looked supremely unconcerned with his pique, sticking her leg out to him lazily. He took the small scrap of parchment tied to it, unfolding it with jerky movements. In Harry's rather neat print, the words ' I'll clean your clock' were written on the paper. Draco smiled and found a quill, scribbling a quick reply. Then he was retying it to the bird's leg. Hedwig was off in a flash. He would be in so much trouble if she found out what was happening. But he wasn't quite ready yet to give her the relief she sought from him. They were, after all, exclusive. And he was going to be her exclusively cunning arrogant Malfoy bastard.
In a few moments, he gathered up his things and headed for the door. He would go to Knockturn Alley, then Apparate from there. The streets were less crowded, and he had no trouble slipping into the little entrance to the seedy alley way. When he was certain no one was anywhere near him, he said rather softly, 'Harry Potter's flat!' With a loud crack, he was gone.
He appeared in Harry's front room, finding Potter and Weasley both waiting for him. Both were already in their practice gear, their brooms grasped tightly in their hands. He grinnied wickedly, then went to the cupboard on the wall where he kept his spare gear. He, Harry, and Ron occasionally made use of the hidden Quidditch Pitch that was in London. It was along the lines of the Room of Requirement. Whenever they needed to use it, it simply showed up. Tonight, Draco wanted to use it.
The three of them, when they'd finally gotten onto speaking terms and become kind of friends, had devised a three player version of Quidditch. It was fun and challenging. And it was bloody tiring. Just what he needed so he didn't go back to his flat and shag Illiana senseless tonight. Stepping into Potter's bathroom, he slipped his practise gear on. Then he joined the other two men before the trio stepped outside.
The night air was cool, and lights shone from out of nowhere. It was invigorating, and just what Draco needed to get a certain, hot blooded woman out of his head. He barely heard the warning from Potter before the Bludger came flying up out of nowhere. It was a pain he would remember for some time.
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Illiana stepped from the hearth and dusted the remnants of the green floo powder from her cloak. She looked up to see a startled Kendra staring at her. Severus sat on the couch next to her, a fierce scowl on his face. Judging by the state of dishevel her clothes were in, they had been in the middle of something. Illiana blushed and gave the two of them a contrite look. Severus stood up, giving her the benefit of his full sneer. ' I believe I shall go to The Three Broomsticks and have a word with Rosemerta. I do believe she is working you too hard.'
He was out the front door before either Illiana or Kendra could say a word. The red head turned to scowl at her, giving Illiana her own version of Snape's most used facial expression. ' I'm truly sorry. I didn't know..... Oh, bugger! I just wanted to come tell you about this wonderful potion Draco mixed up. He wants to use it in his shop, but needed to test it first. I volunteered. It works too damn well.'
'Tell me about this potion,' Kendra prodded, righting her robes. Illiana sat, but almost immediately began squirming. The red head watched her with a most curious expression. Illiana glanced at her for a moment, studying her. She was looking tired, and maybe a little sad. Perhaps things were not going well. Illiana held off her comments for a moment to give the pregnant girl a smile.
' Is there something wrong? You do not look as if you're happy,' she asked. Kendra managed a faint smile, then shook her head.
' I'm fine. I just get the feeling that Severus doesn't wish to be around me. He's been so surly lately,' she replied.
' I was under the impression that the man was always surly,' Illiana said in genuine puzzlement. Kendra laughed.
'Alright, then,' she conceded. 'Surlier than usual. I merely know how to read his moods. He hasn't been himself lately. But never mind that. Tell me about this potion.'
'It's amazing. I've felt hands and a mouth upon my body all day long. If Draco weren't working in the shop, I wouldn't be here. I've never felt anything like it,' she admitted. She watched the look on Kendra's face go from a scowl to something like unhappy disbelief. 'Kendra?'
'What? Oh, sorry. Off thinking, I suppose,' the girl managed a smile. 'That's wonderful about the potion. And it's a shame that Draco is working late tonight. I know you have to have been looking forward to a night of unbridled passion that the potion had induced.You know, if you like, I can.....'
Her words trailed off as the front door opened and Severus came back into the small cottage. His scowl was still fixed firmly in place. He walked over to where Kendra sat and leaned over, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. 'You look tired, brat. Go get yourself ready for a bath. I shall be there shortly.'
'Alright,' Kendra nodded, then stood. She gave him a smile that suggested she liked his idea, then sauntered out of the room. When he heard the water start running in the tub, he turned to Illiana and sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.
' Is something amiss?' Illiana asked him. He shook his head, waiting for a moment before speaking.
'Nothing other than that frustrating woman in the other room.She is lonely here, as I am stuck planning her wedding most nights until terribly late. She needs a friend to spend time with her. And I need to know that she is out of my hair and out of trouble. If I leave her alone for too long, she starts plotting the take over of dictatorships worldwide. I never knew a more troublesome woman in all my life.'
'You want me to keep an eye on her for you?' Illiana asked. He merely nodded at her question. She gave it serious consideration for a moment or two, finally deciding that she needed a friend here in Britian while she attempted to put her life back on track. ' I think I can manage that for you.'
'Good. Now, I trust you can find your way out?' he asked without preamble, already on his way to the bathroom, where water still ran. She grinned at him, then turned back to the hearth. He obviously had something planned. Perhaps it would be prudent for her to do the same....
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Harry looked up as he heard the loud CRACK in his front room. Who could bloody well be here now? He looked at Ron, who was currently trying to get Draco to take a potion to kill the pain of the Bludger he'd taken. Draco was still conscious, but unwilling to take any thing they had offered him. The two of them were at their wit's end as to what to do with the stubborn Slytherin. Harry wouldn't allow the blonde to go home until he knew that Draco would be fine.
'Harry?' the feminine voice called out. Harry stood and moved for the doorway. In his receiving room stood a rather pissed looking red headed Kendra MacLeod. Her hair was wet, a bag clutched in one hand. She smiled when she saw him, then stepped to the doorway. 'Is Draco still here?'
'Erm..... he's in here,' Harry gestured to the room behind him. When Harry didn't move, she stared at him pointedly. He gave an embarrassed grin and retreated into the room. She stepped in after him, noting that the person she sought lay on the couch, a pained expression marring his otherwise composed face.
'What happened?' she asked, kneeling gracelessly on the floor next to Malfoy.
'He...erm, he took a Bludger to the.... to the..... the arse,' Ron stuttered. Which explained why he was laying on his side. Harry and Ron noticed she was struggling to keep the smile from her face. Her shoulders already shook with silent laughter. Draco opened an eye to look at her.
'Not.... funny!' he spat out through clenched teeth. She nodded sagely, still chucking at the picture that Ron had inadvertantly planted in her head.
'One of you has a potion for the pain, I take it?' she questioned. She held up her hand wordlessly. One of them set it in her hand. She looked at it, then set it on the floor and dug into her bag. She brought out a potion that looked completely different. 'Drink this, Draco. It's from Severus' personal stores. Much better than this publicly used one. You two, leave us.'
' I...erm....you ....' Ron looked to Harry. The Boy Who Lived merely shrugged his shoulders and motioned for the door. Ron followed him wordlessly. Kendra took out her wand, casting a silencing charm on the room. Then she gave Draco a serious look. He took the potion, drinking it down wordlessly. If there was anything he knew, it was the quality of the potions the snarky Potions Master brewed.
'You and I need to talk, Draco,' she told him, not bothering to ask him how he felt. he glared at her, waiting for the potion to take effect. 'You misled me, and you misled Illiana. I am rather unhappy with that. I don't think you understand what I'm capable of when I get angered.'
'Threatening me?' he hissed. The pain had not yet subsided, and his bum was throbbing. He glared up at her. She reached into the bag again, pulling out a familiar strip of black leather. His eyes bugged for a moment, then they narrowed on her. She smiled smugly.
'Not exactly threatening. Merely thinking that I should give these to Illiana. I'm sure she'd love to use them on you,' her hand caressed the leash and it's matching collar. ' I'm sure it wouldn't take her long to discover the spell you placed on them. I know it didn't take me long.'
'What do you want?' he asked, feeling the pain begin to melt away. She was right. It was a much better potion than the one Potter and Weasley had been trying to get into him. He propped himself up on one elbow.
' I want you to tell her the truth about the potion and the effects. She came to see me. I almost told her myself, but I think that honor should go to you,' she told him, her tone deadly serious. He shook his head at her, not willing to give in to that demand. She fingered the leather she held with something akin to an evil smile on her face. 'What happens when one activates the spell on this, Draco? And how long do you suppose it would take Illiana to figure out the word that does activate it?'
'You're an evil bitch. Do you know that?' he snarled at her. She grinned at him, merely nodding in response. He glared at her for a moment longer, than sighed. 'Now I know what Snape sees in you. The two of you are much alike.'
'Thank you. He made me what I am,' she admitted happily. 'Now, you will tell her. Or I will.'
'Alright. I'll tell her,' he agreed. She returned the leash and collar to her bag, then managed to get up. It took her a moment and her hands pushing at the edge of the couch to achieve it. She watched as he struggled into a sitting position, favoring one of his buttocks as he did so. 'Answer two questions for me, though.'
'Alright,' she nodded. He stood, towering ever so slighty over her. She didn't seem to be in awe or intimidated at all. 'First?'
'How did you know that Snape was the one?' he asked. She thought she could hear a touch of uncertainty in his voice. She smiled; a soft, genuine smile that made her face more attractive than it was.
' At first, I thought I hated him. But it became apparent to me that I was in love with him. I just.... realized one day. I didn't, *don't* want to live without him. And now that there's the baby.... My life isn't complete without him in it. I know it sounds silly and sentimental and trite. But it's the absolute truth. Without him, I would be lost,' she replied. He could hear the honesty in her voice. 'The second?'
'How the bloody hell did you know I was here?' he demanded. She laughed, the corners of her mouth curling up in a mischievous grin.
'Seamus was most informative,' she told him. He grumbled at her answer, realizing that he and Finnagan would need to have a serious talk. 'Now, if you have no further questions, I really need to get back. Before Severus wakes up and discovers that I'm gone and I slipped him a sleeping draught.'
'You slipped him a sleeping potion?' Draco asked, his eyes going wide. She grinned, another one of those mishievous ones. He groaned, then started laughing. 'You have to be the only person I know with enough bullocks to feed Snape a sleeping potion.'
'Tell her, Draco,' she said in reply, then was gone with a loud CRACK. He groaned. This was going to be hell....
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The flat was black as Draco stepped into it from the top of the stairs. That was a good sign. Maybe Illiana had grown tired of waiting for him and gone to sleep. He wasn't up to explaining the bruise on his ass. All he wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep until the bruise and pain were gone. Which would most likely be sometime right before Christmas. He could handle that.
He moved silently across the plush carpeting that covered his floor, heading for his bedroom. He had his wish. The evening had been completely exhausting. He was certain he'd not be able to manage anything beyond mild interest tonight. Leaving Illiana to stew in her own juices. He had no problems with that. Nor did he have problems with the fact that, while he had told Kendra he would tell Illiana about the spell, he hadn't exactly told her when it would be.
He turned the knob on his bedroom door, swinging it open wide. He had just entered, shutting the door behind him, when the lights came up. He looked to the bed, finding Illiana sitting in the middle of it. She held her wand in her hand. And there wasn't a stitch of clothing on her body. Her nipples were hard, pointing straight at him. Her thighs were parted slightly, showing him the swollen folds of her glistening pussy.
' I seem to have found one annoying little side effect of your potion, Draco. The drinker doesn't seem to be able to satisfy themselves. I've been trying for hours,' she held up her other hand, where he could see some of her juice shining on the pink skin of three fingers. 'Was this what you intended, or is it merely a mistake?'
He groaned loudly, his cock not realizing that the rest of him was tired. It hardened instantly, straining against the confining material of his trousers. Damn him if he wasn't in trouble....
end chapter eleven.
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Fandoms: the Harry Potter Universe
Rating: no one under 18. there will be sex and dirty language and whatever else i feel like tossing in here.
Warning: as i said, sex and dirty words.
Disclaimer: i do not own Draco or Lucius or Severus or... *wibbles* what do i own? i don't own Illiana. she belongs to Madam Shark. i do own Kendra, but that isn't saying much. not in the grand scope of things. all recognizable character from Harry Potter belong to the talent Jo Rowling and, as such, she has all the money. i have none of it. meaning, i make nothing in the writting of this. no money, no fame or glory. no... damn, why am i doing this again? oh yeah. right. the lovely, nice comments people leave me. and the adulation. um, is there any of that in this? no? bugger.
Author's Notes: this is probably still rough. and i don't know for sure that it was beta-ed. it may have been. but i doubt it. i'm pretty bad about having people look over my stuff...
Murky Waters: The Index
Chapter Eleven: The Definition of Devious
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Draco sat on his couch, staring at the charred remains of the parchment he had just been holding. Damn Kendra! She had purposely bewitched the parchment so that he couldn't use it more than once. Of course, thinking on it, he couldn't say he blamed her. He was a Malfoy, and using devious means to achieve his goals was something he'd been taught practically from the moment he'd exited his mother's womb. Still, he'd nearly ended up scorching his fingers. One moment, he'd been reading, the energy of the spell flowing away from him. The next, the parchment was burning like an old piece of dried wood on the fire.
He was lucky he still had his fingertips.
As it was, the spell was cast and only needed to be given it's commands to do as it was intended. He wasn't certain if he would start out with some of those commands, or if he would wait and see what Illiana had to say when she returned. He had been assured that she would not be able to detect the spell until he wanted her to. And he had to give Kendra credit where it was due. If she said Illiana wouldn't know about it, then he could be certain she wouldn't. It was one thing he knew he could count on when it came to the Gryffindor wench. She knew her spells.
Sighing, he stood and headed for the kitchen. He needed to clean up the ashes before Illiana returned. He didn't feel lying to her about them would be a prudent idea. And he wasn't about to give her any more reason to be suspicious of him. He knew she hadn't fully accepted his reasons for going to see Kendra in the first place. He would tell her about the spell later. When he wanted her to know he had cast it. As well as why.
Which had him thinking..... How would he tell her? He wasn't going to just start turning on bits without her knowing what was coming. Perhaps he should come up with some way to use the spell to his advantage without giving it away. He allowed his brain to do the one thing it seemed terribly good at. He let it wander and plan. He was ever good at coming up with plans. They might never turn out, but he could plan nearly as well as...... That was it!
Grinning from ear to ear, he headed for his bedroom. His closet contained all of his books. Most people assumed that, as he was a blonde, he had no need to read a book now and again. They were right, to an extent. He merely read when he needed some sort of solution to a problem. And one of his books would work well in this situation. Opening the large closet wide, he moved to the back to find his book shelves.
Finger running along the spines as he read, he finally found the one he was looking for. *Useless Potions for Fun and Profit* had seemed like a frivolous spend at the time, but he knew it contained just the kind of thing he was looking for. Taking it out into the living room with him, he took his seat on the couch and began thumbing through the pages. He stopped when he opened the book to the page bearing a potion called Spurious Passions.
This potion would be the perfect one, as it did absolutely nothing, other than give a slight elevation to the body's temperature. He could give it to her and not have to worry about side effects. And she would never know that it wasn't the potion that was causing the..... feelings. His only problem was how to get her to take the potion. He certainly wouldn't force it down her throat or put it in a glass and expect her to just drink it blindly.
He thought over the problem as he strolled back out into his living room. It came to him in a flash of brilliance that had the patented Malfoy smirk spreading over his lips. He could say he was brewing it for the shop and wanted to see how it worked before bottling and selling it. Surely she would be willing to try out a potion brewed for passion. With him. It would be too easy.
Taking the book into his small kitchen with him, he began pulling supplies from the cupboard. He kept the minimal amount of food in his cupboards, preferring to eat with his family and friends. Who knew that Potter would turn out to be bloody brilliant when it came to food? Most nights, he went and ate with Harry and Weasley. With Illiana here, that had been put on the back burner, but he still rarely ate in his own home. Once he had all the ingredients, his cauldron, and a few other essentials, he went to work.
~*~*~*~*~
Illiana found Draco in the kitchen, putting certain items away that told her he had been brewing potions while she was gone. He was putting a cauldron back into the cabinet above his head, a few other things sitting on the counter, waiting to be put back. There was a small vial of a pale, milky yellow liquid at his elbow. She watched him, admiring the way he seemed at ease in his surroundings. She could well imagine he had been at home in Snape's dungeons while taking his Potions classes.
She herself had never been terribly good at Potions. She could manage well enough to get by, and to use them when playing practical jokes on her friends. But she had never come close to being as skilled at brewing them as Draco appeared to be. He had put everything away finally and glanced down at the vial near his elbow. Then he looked up, noticing her standing there. He smiled, stepping out into the living room with the vial clasped loosely in one hand. ' I may need your help with a little experiment,' he told her casually, swirling the potion he held.
'With what?' she asked, staring up at him.
' I'm thinking of selling a line of potions in the shop. Potions hand brewed for pleasure. Before I can do that, I need to test them and ensure that no ill effects will befall any one. I was wondering if you....' he stopped then, shaking his head. 'No, I couldn't ask you to.'
'Ask me to what? Try it for you? Why not?' she asked, her eyes going to the potion he held.
' It wouldn't be fair. While it's ingredients should make it harmless, one can never be too certain until a new potion has been tested. I would hate to have to take you to St. Mungo's for some such occurence. Worse yet, to Snape. I was his best student, no matter what anyone else says. It would be embarrassing for us both to have to go to him for help.'
' I'm certain, if it is truly harmless and you've brewed it properly, there should be no ill side effects,' she argued with a great deal of logic. The potion was harmless, producing nothing more in a person than elevated body heat. But he wasn't about to tell her that. He managed to school his face, making it appear as if he were thinking seriously about her words. After what he deemed a sufficient amount of time, he heaved a grest sigh and slowly shook his head. No need to seem too eager.
'No, Illiana. I really don't think I should,' he told her, putting the right amount of regret in his tone. Wizard, hell. He should be one of those Muggle actor blokes. He was damn good. 'No, I can't ask you to do it.'
'Well fine. You're not asking me. I'm volunteering,' she declared, a determined note in her voice. He stared at her, keeping his face blank, then heaved another theatrical sigh and slowly handed her the potion. Illiana took it from him, unstopping it and tossing it back as if she were drinking a shot of FireWhisky. When she had drained the contents, she set the vial down on a table nearby and looked at him, waiting. After several moments like this, she frowned. ' I don't feel any different.'
'You won't right away. The potion recipe said it would take from twelve to twenty four hours to start to work. So we will see come the morning,' he replied. She nodded silently and wondered why she had the fleeting feeling that she'd just been conned.
~*~*~*~*~
Illiana was on her way to check out a flat for let she'd found listed in the *Daily Prophet* when she felt the most peculiar sensation. So strange, that she stopped walking to take stock of her body and be sure that she was actually feeling it. As she stood there, in the middle of the sidewalk, she gasped. It felt as if a pair of fingers were tweaking at each of her nipples, pulling and pinching them. Looking down, she noted that her nipples were hard, stretching the material of the sweater she wore. But there were no tell tale bulges to that spoke of fingers. Yet, the fingers were there, pulling at them. Doing a fine job of starting her on the path of arousal.
She was confused a moment or two, trying to figure out what was going on, before she recalled the potion Draco had brewed the day before. He'd said it would take a while for the effects to be made known. Now was a hell of a time. She stood a moment longer, trying to discern how much trouble this would be. As the seconds ticked by, she decided that if her nipples were the only part of her to receive this treatment, she should be able to go to her appointment without incident.
The walk to the flat was slow, because the sensations kept increasing as she moved forward. They didn't center on anywhere other than her nipples, but trying to think and block out the stimulus was torture. The Real Estate Wizard was awaiting her, and promptly let her into the flat. He lead her through the small space, showing her each room as if they were in a palace. The entire time, her nipples ached to be properly worshipped by Draco's mouth.
She barely held back the groan when a ghost finger was suddenly tracing the seam of her nether lips, running back and forth over the slit gently. She felt the blood rise to her face for a moment before it all rushed lower, swelling her lips open. She was almost expecting the finger to dip inside of her. To feel the moisture already pooling in her opening pussy. But it remained on the exterior, slowly rubbing over the swollen flesh. It was torturous and completely unfair. She knew Draco planned on working in the shop all day, leaving her quite without relief for this strange assault.
'Miss von Haifisch? Is there something the matter? You're looking positively flushed. Do you feel alright?' the masculine voice cut through the fog of desire. Illiana blinked at the man, realizing they had stopped in the main room of the flat. He was staring up at her with a look of concern and apprehension. She managed a smile and nodded, feeling the blush deepen.
'Yes. I'm perfectly fine. I'm sorry, but this flat will never do,' she said, then gestured vaguely about the room they were in. Her eyes cast about, looking for some thing she could use as her reason. Her gaze fell to the red carpeting beneath her feet. 'The carpet is all wrong. I'm sorry for wasting your time, sir. Good day.'
With that, she made her way to the door, barely able to control the urge she had to run. It seemed to take forever for her to make it back to Draco's store. By the time she got there, she was hovering on the verge of orgasm. She wanted... no, she *needed* to take the blonde godlet to bed. Immediately. His potion was bloody amazing. Once people found out about this, he wouldn't be able to keep it on the shelves.
Using supreme effort, she managed to school her face into a mildly bland expression, despite the fact that it now felt as if there were a mouth nuzzling her most intimate body parts. She strolled through the door of the shop casually, managing to look for all the world as if she were not ready to jump up and down on Draco like a mad woman. Her lavendar gaze flicked around the interior, searching for the familiar blonde head. All she saw was a dark one bent over the table in back. Squaring her shoulders, she headed for Seamus Finnagan.
'Oy, Illiana. I see you survived the Bite of the Dragon,' the Irishman smiled up at her. She returned it, not really able to deny the mirth his comment brought to her lips. Nodding, she glanced about once more. ' It seems I wasn't as lucky as you. Fred told me I passed out and fell off my broom.'
'You did,' she confirmed. He grinned, looking as if it was of no great concern.
'An Irishman is never drunk, so long as he has something to hold onto..... so he's still on the planet,' he told her. She laughed at the idea, just imagining him laying on the ground, his hand wrapped tightly around a single blade of grass.
'Um, where is Draco? I need to speak with him about something,' she tried very hard not to look like she was desperate for his answer.
' I believe he went to the storage room for some supplies,' Seamus nodded his head in the general direction of the door that lead to the storage room. She nodded once more, then turned to go the way the young man had directed her. Just as she was rounding the corner, which hid the door to the back room, Draco was coming out. He had a few small items in one hand, his other grasping the door knob. He looked up just as she launched herself into him, nearly knocking him off his feet.
The supplies went flying as he put his arms around her, locking his muscles to keep her from toppling them both to the floor. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, her mouth finding his. He was not entirely certain he wanted to be seen, as where they stood was visible to the door and anyone who came in. He was uncomfortable with such a display of affection, thanks to his father, and he didn't think he'd like it for someone he knew to come in and witness this. He would most likely never live it down.
When Illiana broke from him, he stared at her. Her cheeks were flushed a healthy pink with her excitement, and he could see the desire simmering just below the surface. It turned her eyes a nearly clear purple color. He'd seen it a few nights ago. It was intriguing to see. And it told him that the spell was working very well. He gave her a smile, deciding he would play dumb. Not too difficult, really. ' Illiana?'
'The potion is bloody amazing, Draco. There are these hands and this mouth. They're every where and they feel so real! It's going to be a hit! And I need you. Right now. Right here, if necessary!' she announced, then took his mouth with hers once again. her tongue slid into his mouth, fighting with his for dominance. He forgot the door for the moment, enjoying the feel of her body pressed to his.
His arms tightened about her, pulling her into him even tighter. Her nipples stabbed his chest, her crotch centered over his. She was already hot. He could feel the heat of her throbbing core through her clothing.He could feel his cock stirring, coming to life with the very thought of having her willing flesh wrapped around it. Stifling a groan, he disentangled himself from her grasp, setting her back from him. He wasn't ready to let her off the hook just yet. 'Draco?' she looked to him questioningly. 'Don't you want to join me upstairs and celebrate this achievement?'
' I'm sorry, but I have work to do. I will be busy all the day, and I'm not sure when I'll be able to come up stairs,' he replied, settling the appropriate look of longing on his face. He really was an amazing actor. She stared at him, mouth hanging agape at his announcement. She needed him now, and he had to work? She turned her eyes back to the shop, looking out over the vast amounts of crowds that were clustered outside on the sidewalk.
'What work? There's no one in the shop. Surely Seamus can handle it so you and I can properly christen this new potion?' she nearly demanded. The mouth was still there, having calmed some what for a few moments. Now, it felt as if it were sucking at her clit. She was on the verge of tears. And orgasm. He just couldn't say no to her. Not now!
' I assure you that I have many things I need to do here. Things that cannot be put off any longer. I do have a shop to run. I'm sorry,' he made his tone as sincere as he could. It wasn't hard, as his brain was currently picturing her wrapped around him as he thrust himself into her hot pussy. He had to force himself not to clench his teeth together. It was almost impossible to hold back the moan, as well. But he avoided both things. Things that would give his flagrant desire away for her.
She smiled at him mysteriously, making him wonder what she was thinking. Then she turned and headed for the stairs. 'If you change your mind, Draco, I will be awaiting you upstairs.'
~*~*~*~*~
The white owl swooped through the open door to land on the nearest counter. Draco hurried over to the bird and scowled. Hedwig looked supremely unconcerned with his pique, sticking her leg out to him lazily. He took the small scrap of parchment tied to it, unfolding it with jerky movements. In Harry's rather neat print, the words ' I'll clean your clock' were written on the paper. Draco smiled and found a quill, scribbling a quick reply. Then he was retying it to the bird's leg. Hedwig was off in a flash. He would be in so much trouble if she found out what was happening. But he wasn't quite ready yet to give her the relief she sought from him. They were, after all, exclusive. And he was going to be her exclusively cunning arrogant Malfoy bastard.
In a few moments, he gathered up his things and headed for the door. He would go to Knockturn Alley, then Apparate from there. The streets were less crowded, and he had no trouble slipping into the little entrance to the seedy alley way. When he was certain no one was anywhere near him, he said rather softly, 'Harry Potter's flat!' With a loud crack, he was gone.
He appeared in Harry's front room, finding Potter and Weasley both waiting for him. Both were already in their practice gear, their brooms grasped tightly in their hands. He grinnied wickedly, then went to the cupboard on the wall where he kept his spare gear. He, Harry, and Ron occasionally made use of the hidden Quidditch Pitch that was in London. It was along the lines of the Room of Requirement. Whenever they needed to use it, it simply showed up. Tonight, Draco wanted to use it.
The three of them, when they'd finally gotten onto speaking terms and become kind of friends, had devised a three player version of Quidditch. It was fun and challenging. And it was bloody tiring. Just what he needed so he didn't go back to his flat and shag Illiana senseless tonight. Stepping into Potter's bathroom, he slipped his practise gear on. Then he joined the other two men before the trio stepped outside.
The night air was cool, and lights shone from out of nowhere. It was invigorating, and just what Draco needed to get a certain, hot blooded woman out of his head. He barely heard the warning from Potter before the Bludger came flying up out of nowhere. It was a pain he would remember for some time.
~*~*~*~*~
Illiana stepped from the hearth and dusted the remnants of the green floo powder from her cloak. She looked up to see a startled Kendra staring at her. Severus sat on the couch next to her, a fierce scowl on his face. Judging by the state of dishevel her clothes were in, they had been in the middle of something. Illiana blushed and gave the two of them a contrite look. Severus stood up, giving her the benefit of his full sneer. ' I believe I shall go to The Three Broomsticks and have a word with Rosemerta. I do believe she is working you too hard.'
He was out the front door before either Illiana or Kendra could say a word. The red head turned to scowl at her, giving Illiana her own version of Snape's most used facial expression. ' I'm truly sorry. I didn't know..... Oh, bugger! I just wanted to come tell you about this wonderful potion Draco mixed up. He wants to use it in his shop, but needed to test it first. I volunteered. It works too damn well.'
'Tell me about this potion,' Kendra prodded, righting her robes. Illiana sat, but almost immediately began squirming. The red head watched her with a most curious expression. Illiana glanced at her for a moment, studying her. She was looking tired, and maybe a little sad. Perhaps things were not going well. Illiana held off her comments for a moment to give the pregnant girl a smile.
' Is there something wrong? You do not look as if you're happy,' she asked. Kendra managed a faint smile, then shook her head.
' I'm fine. I just get the feeling that Severus doesn't wish to be around me. He's been so surly lately,' she replied.
' I was under the impression that the man was always surly,' Illiana said in genuine puzzlement. Kendra laughed.
'Alright, then,' she conceded. 'Surlier than usual. I merely know how to read his moods. He hasn't been himself lately. But never mind that. Tell me about this potion.'
'It's amazing. I've felt hands and a mouth upon my body all day long. If Draco weren't working in the shop, I wouldn't be here. I've never felt anything like it,' she admitted. She watched the look on Kendra's face go from a scowl to something like unhappy disbelief. 'Kendra?'
'What? Oh, sorry. Off thinking, I suppose,' the girl managed a smile. 'That's wonderful about the potion. And it's a shame that Draco is working late tonight. I know you have to have been looking forward to a night of unbridled passion that the potion had induced.You know, if you like, I can.....'
Her words trailed off as the front door opened and Severus came back into the small cottage. His scowl was still fixed firmly in place. He walked over to where Kendra sat and leaned over, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. 'You look tired, brat. Go get yourself ready for a bath. I shall be there shortly.'
'Alright,' Kendra nodded, then stood. She gave him a smile that suggested she liked his idea, then sauntered out of the room. When he heard the water start running in the tub, he turned to Illiana and sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.
' Is something amiss?' Illiana asked him. He shook his head, waiting for a moment before speaking.
'Nothing other than that frustrating woman in the other room.She is lonely here, as I am stuck planning her wedding most nights until terribly late. She needs a friend to spend time with her. And I need to know that she is out of my hair and out of trouble. If I leave her alone for too long, she starts plotting the take over of dictatorships worldwide. I never knew a more troublesome woman in all my life.'
'You want me to keep an eye on her for you?' Illiana asked. He merely nodded at her question. She gave it serious consideration for a moment or two, finally deciding that she needed a friend here in Britian while she attempted to put her life back on track. ' I think I can manage that for you.'
'Good. Now, I trust you can find your way out?' he asked without preamble, already on his way to the bathroom, where water still ran. She grinned at him, then turned back to the hearth. He obviously had something planned. Perhaps it would be prudent for her to do the same....
~*~*~*~*~
Harry looked up as he heard the loud CRACK in his front room. Who could bloody well be here now? He looked at Ron, who was currently trying to get Draco to take a potion to kill the pain of the Bludger he'd taken. Draco was still conscious, but unwilling to take any thing they had offered him. The two of them were at their wit's end as to what to do with the stubborn Slytherin. Harry wouldn't allow the blonde to go home until he knew that Draco would be fine.
'Harry?' the feminine voice called out. Harry stood and moved for the doorway. In his receiving room stood a rather pissed looking red headed Kendra MacLeod. Her hair was wet, a bag clutched in one hand. She smiled when she saw him, then stepped to the doorway. 'Is Draco still here?'
'Erm..... he's in here,' Harry gestured to the room behind him. When Harry didn't move, she stared at him pointedly. He gave an embarrassed grin and retreated into the room. She stepped in after him, noting that the person she sought lay on the couch, a pained expression marring his otherwise composed face.
'What happened?' she asked, kneeling gracelessly on the floor next to Malfoy.
'He...erm, he took a Bludger to the.... to the..... the arse,' Ron stuttered. Which explained why he was laying on his side. Harry and Ron noticed she was struggling to keep the smile from her face. Her shoulders already shook with silent laughter. Draco opened an eye to look at her.
'Not.... funny!' he spat out through clenched teeth. She nodded sagely, still chucking at the picture that Ron had inadvertantly planted in her head.
'One of you has a potion for the pain, I take it?' she questioned. She held up her hand wordlessly. One of them set it in her hand. She looked at it, then set it on the floor and dug into her bag. She brought out a potion that looked completely different. 'Drink this, Draco. It's from Severus' personal stores. Much better than this publicly used one. You two, leave us.'
' I...erm....you ....' Ron looked to Harry. The Boy Who Lived merely shrugged his shoulders and motioned for the door. Ron followed him wordlessly. Kendra took out her wand, casting a silencing charm on the room. Then she gave Draco a serious look. He took the potion, drinking it down wordlessly. If there was anything he knew, it was the quality of the potions the snarky Potions Master brewed.
'You and I need to talk, Draco,' she told him, not bothering to ask him how he felt. he glared at her, waiting for the potion to take effect. 'You misled me, and you misled Illiana. I am rather unhappy with that. I don't think you understand what I'm capable of when I get angered.'
'Threatening me?' he hissed. The pain had not yet subsided, and his bum was throbbing. He glared up at her. She reached into the bag again, pulling out a familiar strip of black leather. His eyes bugged for a moment, then they narrowed on her. She smiled smugly.
'Not exactly threatening. Merely thinking that I should give these to Illiana. I'm sure she'd love to use them on you,' her hand caressed the leash and it's matching collar. ' I'm sure it wouldn't take her long to discover the spell you placed on them. I know it didn't take me long.'
'What do you want?' he asked, feeling the pain begin to melt away. She was right. It was a much better potion than the one Potter and Weasley had been trying to get into him. He propped himself up on one elbow.
' I want you to tell her the truth about the potion and the effects. She came to see me. I almost told her myself, but I think that honor should go to you,' she told him, her tone deadly serious. He shook his head at her, not willing to give in to that demand. She fingered the leather she held with something akin to an evil smile on her face. 'What happens when one activates the spell on this, Draco? And how long do you suppose it would take Illiana to figure out the word that does activate it?'
'You're an evil bitch. Do you know that?' he snarled at her. She grinned at him, merely nodding in response. He glared at her for a moment longer, than sighed. 'Now I know what Snape sees in you. The two of you are much alike.'
'Thank you. He made me what I am,' she admitted happily. 'Now, you will tell her. Or I will.'
'Alright. I'll tell her,' he agreed. She returned the leash and collar to her bag, then managed to get up. It took her a moment and her hands pushing at the edge of the couch to achieve it. She watched as he struggled into a sitting position, favoring one of his buttocks as he did so. 'Answer two questions for me, though.'
'Alright,' she nodded. He stood, towering ever so slighty over her. She didn't seem to be in awe or intimidated at all. 'First?'
'How did you know that Snape was the one?' he asked. She thought she could hear a touch of uncertainty in his voice. She smiled; a soft, genuine smile that made her face more attractive than it was.
' At first, I thought I hated him. But it became apparent to me that I was in love with him. I just.... realized one day. I didn't, *don't* want to live without him. And now that there's the baby.... My life isn't complete without him in it. I know it sounds silly and sentimental and trite. But it's the absolute truth. Without him, I would be lost,' she replied. He could hear the honesty in her voice. 'The second?'
'How the bloody hell did you know I was here?' he demanded. She laughed, the corners of her mouth curling up in a mischievous grin.
'Seamus was most informative,' she told him. He grumbled at her answer, realizing that he and Finnagan would need to have a serious talk. 'Now, if you have no further questions, I really need to get back. Before Severus wakes up and discovers that I'm gone and I slipped him a sleeping draught.'
'You slipped him a sleeping potion?' Draco asked, his eyes going wide. She grinned, another one of those mishievous ones. He groaned, then started laughing. 'You have to be the only person I know with enough bullocks to feed Snape a sleeping potion.'
'Tell her, Draco,' she said in reply, then was gone with a loud CRACK. He groaned. This was going to be hell....
~*~*~*~*~
The flat was black as Draco stepped into it from the top of the stairs. That was a good sign. Maybe Illiana had grown tired of waiting for him and gone to sleep. He wasn't up to explaining the bruise on his ass. All he wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep until the bruise and pain were gone. Which would most likely be sometime right before Christmas. He could handle that.
He moved silently across the plush carpeting that covered his floor, heading for his bedroom. He had his wish. The evening had been completely exhausting. He was certain he'd not be able to manage anything beyond mild interest tonight. Leaving Illiana to stew in her own juices. He had no problems with that. Nor did he have problems with the fact that, while he had told Kendra he would tell Illiana about the spell, he hadn't exactly told her when it would be.
He turned the knob on his bedroom door, swinging it open wide. He had just entered, shutting the door behind him, when the lights came up. He looked to the bed, finding Illiana sitting in the middle of it. She held her wand in her hand. And there wasn't a stitch of clothing on her body. Her nipples were hard, pointing straight at him. Her thighs were parted slightly, showing him the swollen folds of her glistening pussy.
' I seem to have found one annoying little side effect of your potion, Draco. The drinker doesn't seem to be able to satisfy themselves. I've been trying for hours,' she held up her other hand, where he could see some of her juice shining on the pink skin of three fingers. 'Was this what you intended, or is it merely a mistake?'
He groaned loudly, his cock not realizing that the rest of him was tired. It hardened instantly, straining against the confining material of his trousers. Damn him if he wasn't in trouble....
end chapter eleven.
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