STD- Sport of the Thumping Desk

“Everyone, I have some important details we need to discuss,” Albus Dumbledore said to the large group sitting at the long dining room table of Grimmauld Place. This was the Order of the Phoenix plus Fred, George, Ron and Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. They were included because this had to do with them.
“I have a new member- of whom some of you may already know- that I would like to introduce to you all. Akasha-” Dumbledore gestured to a tall, exotic girl walking slowly, but surely into the room, “Valerois is-”
“But she’s not of age!” George protested. “How come she’s a member and we’re not?!”
It was true. Akasha looked only to be seventeen- a very beautiful seventeen-year-old. She had smooth, mocha-colored skin, wavy, shoulder-length hair the color of dark-chocolate, and jade-green eyes. She wore a white strapless sundress that barely covered the large swells of her breasts. On her upper left arm was a tribal tattoo, and on her ankle, just above the straps of her stilettos, was the word “Fang” tattooed in Old English.
She leaned against the door frame, her full lips curving into a grin. “I’m thirty-six years old, love,” she said, her voice a husky purr.
“What?!” George exclaimed disbelievingly.
“It’s true,” Dumbledore confirmed. “Akasha is half-vampire. Her mother was a witch, but her father was a vampire. She ages like a human, but she can stop aging at any time she chooses. She just so happened to pick seventeen. Furthermore, Akasha has all the powers of a vampire and none of their weaknesses, making her a very powerful asset to our cause. She used to go to Hogwarts with Sirius and Professor Snape here.” Dumbledore glanced at the two men.
Sirius and Snape stared at Akasha with a mixture of shock and longing on their faces.
“Been a long time, hasn’t it?” she said, her voice thick with an Egyptian accent.
Sirius smiled at her. Snape continued to stare.
“Is she going to get an alliance with the vampires?” Moody growled, showing his distaste.
“No. I am enrolling her as a 7th year at Hogwarts. She will be in Slytherin. I’m having her keep a close eye on them and things around the castle,” Dumbledore said. In other words, she was there to spy on Harry.
“Besides,” Akasha added bitterly, “vampires aren’t exactly too fond of me. I’m too much of a freak for their tastes.”
“So, it’s final. The meeting is adjourned,” Dumbledore said.
Everyone dispersed; the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione went upstairs to sleep while everyone except Sirius and Akasha went back to their own homes.
“Are you staying here until the term begins?” Sirius asked hopefully, running his hands up and down his thighs.
She smiled. “That’s not what you want to talk about.”
“No.”
Akasha walked slowly over to him, hips swaying seductively. She knelt between his legs. “Miss me?” she asked, still smiling slightly.
“More than you can imagine,” he groaned as she walked her fingertips up his thighs.
“And you still want me.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.”
“That’s good.”
Sirius kept his hands on the chair’s armrests. His fingers gouged deep dimples into the rich brown leather. With a concentrated effort, he managed to keep from asking why when his body was already stirring with the need to know. He kept his legs spread, kept his arms gripped to the armrest. Her hands skillfully unzipped the fly of his pants and he shifted in his chair, allowing her to access what she was seeking.
Soon, his arousal thrust boldly toward her and Akasha was compelled beyond belief to take him deeply into her mouth. She wrapped one hand around his swollen shaft and then her lips slid smoothly over the taut skin. He was warm and salty and he shuddered when she sucked. She worked him with her tongue. Long strokes along the underside. Playful laps over the broad flat of his plum-red head. Nibbles and kisses and open-mouthed exploration.
Her own body opened, her core swelling and throbbing. Her response became a painful, wanting ache. Wanting him to fill her, to make her come. His moans of pleasure as she slid her mouth up and down thrilled her. He came in a rush, his choking cry muted as if he’d clenched his jaw against it. Akasha swallowed# and took her time sliding her mouth away.
Sitting back on her heels, she gazed upward. Sirius’ eyes were squeezed shut and he was struggling for breath. Gently, she tucked him back inside his pants and eased the zipper over the still-substantial bulge.
“Oh, and by the way,” she said nonchalantly, “I’m not staying here. Dumbledore believes it would be too risky, so I’m going back to my cottage in Egypt until I have to board the school train.” She stood and brushed the non-existent wrinkles out of her dress skirt. “I suppose I won’t be seeing you for quite a while.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
“I had fun.” Akasha patted him lightly on the arm. “I’ll owl you.”

~

Laelithra looked around the dark green room she had been given. “This is, of course, assuming I’m in Slytherin,” she pointed out, her normal expression of sarcasm adorning her pretty face.
“Oh, you will be.” Lucius smiled at her, but she perceived it more as a leer. He ran his fingers through her raven hair. She smiled but it did not reach her amethyst eyes.
“Mr. Malfoy, I am tired. We shall continue this later?” she asked, a sly smile coming to her lips, masking her potentially blatant disgust.
#Laelithra looked in the mirror. Her reflection wasn’t what she expected. She expected to see herself, but instead, she saw what other people saw. A sarcastic girl with the look of a wolf in her eyes.#
She decided to fix her expression later and go to bed.

* * *
Later, she woke to mild movement on her bed. She half-opened her eyes to a blonde figure.
“Dra-” Her sleepy voice was cut off by an all-too-familiar drawling male voice.
“Not quite, lovely.”
Laelithra’s eyes snapped open. She struggled to get away, but he was holding her wrists above her head and kissing her neck hungrily.
“Get OFF!” she bellowed, struggling harder, but it only seemed to be turning him on more. An idea occurred to her.
Laelithra melted into a seductive grind from beneath him. He sensed her starting to enjoy and loosened his grip and kissed her lips. This was all the time she needed. She bit down hard on his lower lip and kicked up hard. Lucius tumbled off.

* * *

Draco heard a clatter and entered the new chick’s room. “Are you al-” He was cut off.
“Draco! Get out! GET OUT!”
“Father...?” Draco looked questioningly from his father to the terrified girl on the bed. “Stupefy!” Draco yelled, stunning his father.
He walked over to the bed, where the girl was half-curled on the bed, her lacy nightgown on her upper thighs. She looked at Draco terrified, and he smiled warmly.
“Don’t worry; I’ll keep him away from you.”
Laelithra clung to Draco like a growth.#
He figured he wasn’t going to be able to leave so he laid with her in his green silk boxers, and they slept there the rest of the night.