The eyes of Winter

More smut coming soon, Draco begins his *training*. He\'s enthralled with the
power she holds within, and over him. And he\'s almost willing to do *anything*
for it, and just may have to. Excuse me a cruel chuckle..Bawahahaa!!!****

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Chapter 12...Freedom(For some)

Winter walked briskly, almost jogging down the path to the stable. It was a short way
from the castle, but it seemed to take forever. Her mind racing with the encounter on the
steps.

\'Un-fucking believable! They think that I did that shit..ON PURPOSE!\' She was
dumbfounded.\'There has to be something else. Why anyone would
WANT to do that to themselves...I\'ll never know.\'

Her head jerked up when she heard Onyx kick the stall door, hard and angrily.
Breaking into a run, buttons making a racket, she ran to the stall doors and slid
them open harshly.

\"Hey!\" she scolded.\"What the hells all the noise for?\"

His clear eyes were almost glaring at her, and he raked his huge hoof down the
stall wall. Signaling he too was feeling cooped up.

\"Ooo,\" Winter spoke softly now. \"Feisty this morning aren\'t we?\"

Holding out her hand she gave him the apple that had been on her plate
the night before. He munched it and pushed her back with his muzzle out
of the confined stall.

\"Ok, alright! I\'m going. Don\'t shove!\" She was laughing now and letting
him push her gently towards the tack room. He watched her contently as she
groomed him and she talked. Telling him all about the first week of \"hell\'
as she put it.

Somehow and never really knowing why, the horse could understand what she
said. It was like he hung on her every word. The bond they shared was powerful
indeed. Yet it wasn\'t just him, Winter connected with all animals. Almost
reading their thoughts without even trying. She had planned to go into Veterinarian
sciences before, well before all this.

Saddling him quickly in her English saddle and bridle, she used the stirrup
and lifted herself into the seat. The leather was cold, but welcome as the
coolness seeped through her thin riding pants. Glad to be back to one of the
only places she felt she belonged, with Onyx. She intertwined her hands through
four black braided leather reins and his long silky mane. They both felt good
in between her ungloved fingers.

Before she had even reached the stable doors, seeming to know, and not
being told, he broke into a gallop. Hoofs thundering on the path. Pulling hard at
the reins for more slack.

\'He knows\',she thought sadly, \'he knows we\'re both trapped here.\'

But the movement of him massive body sent all thoughts out of her mind.
Nothing but his angry snorting, wanting her to let him run. Run away from
here, this foreign place where all things they once knew did not exist.
She longed to run too, back to Toby, punk shows, and the night life that
still called her name, but she knew she couldn\'t. She only let him run to
the edge of the forest, and then she reluctantly pulled him back.

Winter looked into the trees, but a light fog revealed nothing. They were
close to Hagrids, too close for what she wanted to do. She never needed a
cigarette more than now, the feeling of being unchained and free had
taken hold.

Onyx walked along the forest edge, looking around lazily, as he plodded
along. She stopped him under a particularly large evergreen and dug into
her pocket, pulling out a smoke and the match book. The feeling of relief
filled her as the smoke filled her lungs.

\"Ah!\" she sighed out loud. Making Onyx flick his ears back at her,
listening.

Winter looked up and exhaled the smoke, and something suddenly caught her eye.
Moving in the sky, barely seen between the dense branches. It darted in and out
a couple times before she left the confine of the trees. As she got a close look
she realized it was a person...on a broomstick?

\"What the fuck is that?\" she said out loud before she even knew she said it.

Winter had never seen Quidditch before, or a broomstick that flew. Her mind
raced back to a scene in the Wizard of Oz. The wicked witch flying in the tornado
laughing like a mad-woman.

\"I\'ll get you my pretty is right.\" She whispered softly as the smoke came out
along with her words. She was *almost* sure she had seen his pale hair contrasting
against the graying sky. Others too, but no one she could see for sure. Too fast.

They were flying low now, circling what looked like a brightly colored arena,
but the seats were high up looking into thin air. She knew that broomsticks were
a form of transportation for the wizarding world, but had never actually seen one fly.

Still puffing on her cigarette she trotted Onyx close to the Quidditch pitch,
watching the air now as several different people moved around in the sky. Darting
around quickly and passing some sort of ball back and forth between them. She
could also hear their laughter, as they did circles around each other.

Onyx pawed the ground in anticipation, leaving great brown mud streaks in the wet
grass. So they moved after her Marlboro was done, walking away from whatever game
they were playing. Letting him canter across the grounds, down by the lake, and
around the castle. Feeling better than she had felt in weeks. At least it wasn\'t
ugly here, it was actually quite beautiful. For once there was an up-side to this
whole thing.

Thinking about another cigarette she turned Onyx back toward the trees for
a little privacy. Just walking now, slowly making it back around the castle.
Happy for *this* quiet, not the lonely quiet that filled her room and her
empty heart.

All at once something went whizzing by her on the left, a blur of green and
black. Not knowing what it was Onyx sidestepped and whirled around. Winter
pulled up on her reins, steadying him. She saw it coming back on the right this
time. It was a broomstick and a fast one, and as it got nearer she caught a glimpse
of white blonde hair, and she knew it was him. The one she secretly called, \"the
beautiful one.\" Draco Malfoy.

He passed by once more, smiling this time as he turned around again and came from
behind coming up on her left again. This time he stopped along side and hovered
face level and grinned, a smile that said it all. Full of mischief with a hint of
attraction.

\'The fucking flirt.\' she laughed to herself, still keeping an eye on the sharp
features that were before her.

\"Nice day for a ride, huh?\" Knowing damn well he didn\'t mean her horse or his
broomstick. He had something on his mind a little more sinister.

\"Nice day to not get thrown from my horse.\" Winter looked at him as his smile
fell a little. She had not meant to sound as harsh as she did, but he didn\'t seem
to notice her mild annoyance.

\"I saw you watching, Winter.\"

Her name rolled of his tongue and seemed to plant itself in her now tingling
back. It sounded differently with his British accent, but to her it was like
music. She tightened the grip on her reins, and tried to push down her growing
attraction to this arrogant man floating on his broomstick. She couldn\'t even
scold him for not calling her Mistress....not if he was going to say her name
like that.

\"Watching what?\" She tried to sound nonchalant.

\"You were watching my team practice.\" He was toying with her, and normally this
would of sent her fuming, but she was drawn in by him. Not her usual routine.

\"Oh, YOUR team. So they belong to you, do you own them?\" Winter smiled again
and began to dig for the cigarette that he had stopped her from getting in the
first place.

\"No, I\'m the team Captain.\" He grinned and looked at her through the hair
that had fallen into his face. \"But I know I don\'t belong to anyone, do you
*belong* to anyone\", he paused, \"Winter.\"

\"I think not, Mr. Malfoy.\" She put the cigarette to her mouth and lit it.
\"I\'m not the type to *belong* to anyone.\" Winter exhaled a large cloud
of smoke just above his head. \"But then again,\" she inhaled again. \"It really
matters what your definition of *belong* is.\"

Winter expected him to come back with some evil answer, but he was looking
at her with a strange facial expression.

\"What? Did I say something?\"

\"No, no,\" he stammered. \"It\'s just I\'ve never seen a woman smoke before.
It\'s not considered a very lady like thing to do.\"

\"Really.\" Her voice was flat.

He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling it back from his face. His eyes
were completely visible now and they were brewing with something she couldn\'t
place.

\"But then again, I really have never liked ladies.\" He continued and looked her
right in the eye. \"Ladies are no fun!\" He was laughing again, and she knew what he
was hinting at. He liked them bad, just like him. Exactly like her.

\"Well I\'m really not one of those. So I think your OK.\" Onyx shifted beneath
her, he was bored standing here. \"Well I think its time for us to go.\"

\"You don\'t have to hurry, you know. I\'m not going to bite you.\" Draco\'s
eyes shining again. \"Unless you want me to.\"

Winter couldn\'t help but laugh at his remark. He was flirting and flirting
hard. She enjoyed it, not used to it. The type of guy she always attracted
wanted nothing more than to be ruled. She was sexually dominant, but often
found herself sick and tired of always ending up with submissives who lost
their spark. Never taking the insinuative for anything, even conversation.
It bored the hell out of her, but this one held many secrets, and she wanted
nothing more than to pry them out of him.

\"Well you come with me, I just might let you.\"

\"Yes, Mistress.\" It was almost a whisper, but he had said it. Not
a serious tone, and full of sarcasm.

She whirled Onyx around harshly, removing the riding crop with a swift
movement from her boot. It was at his chin, before he knew it. Still floating
on his Firebolt Z-LR, but with his eyes locked on her, as the warm leather pushed
his face up into her eyes. Hers full of her dominant power, his full of
surprise,and if she wasn\'t mistaken a gleam of excitement.

\"You may play games, MALFOY!\" hissing his name out. \"But I DON\'T! Don\'t you dare
to FUCK, with me! Or mock something you know nothing about. DO NOT use that term,
unless you know what it truly means for you. Understand!?\"

Her words had stirred him again, and his pants under his robe were tighter
due to his growing erection. He had obviously had his fill of subservient
girls, now here was this woman, aged hard beyond her years, taking control
of him totally. He had not planned it, but he wanted to yield to her. Never
before wanting such a thing, but her power had him, and he could only answer
her seriously,

\"Yes,Mistress.\"

In a flash of muscle and leather she was leaving him, digging her heels into Onyx
with a loud \"YAH!\" His back hooves tearing mud and grass sending it flying
behind them, and he heard her yell back as her hair flew out behind her in a
stream of burgundy and white. \"Breakfast, Tomorrow!\"

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