The eyes of Winter

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Chapter 17...

Winter had spent the next two weeks juggling school work
and her new found popularity with the Slytherin population. It
really wasn\'t important to her, but it was welcome nonetheless.

She spent her early mornings by the lake, doing Tai-Chi with DJ,
and her days filled with schoolwork, and of course taking every
opportunity to torture the Gryffindors who simply refused to stop
talking about her.

Ron was the worst, he was simply a fire ball of anger towards her now.
Following the fence incident with his girlfriend, still pissed about Winter
exposing parts of Hermione that he considered his.

He had dared to bark at her in the hall as she passed him a week after
it had happened. He called to her, \"Hey, dogs aren\'t allowed in here. Filch
hates to clean up after them!\" He was laughing, but Harry wasn\'t. Ron was
teasing her about her choice of neck attire. A leather with small sharp
spikes set an inch apart.

Gothic sheik, what would wizard\'s know about it?

He was barking now, as she turned her head slowly, watching him is he
did his best canine impression. When she decided to walk toward him, his
attitude changed. Crossing his arms in front of himself, with a smirk of
complete disgust. She was close now, but there were no signs of anger. Just
a small smirk of her own. Her high heels making them almost nose to nose,
and inches apart.

\"Salutations, my red haired silver tongued devil.\" Her words came out
slow but her hands were quick as lightning. Violently at the sides of his
face, pushing her thumbs into the spongy skin right where the jawline met
the bottom of his ear. He cried out in anger and surprise but found himself
immobilized by the pain. Eyes flashing at her, the bitch was still smiling.

\"These my dear are your saliva glands. Hurts doesn\'t it?\"

He let out a small roar. Knowing he wanted to knock her into next week.
Her older brother was a bouncer, and had shown her many pressure points
that could enable the smallest woman to take down the largest man. Always
very handy she found.

He was red as his hair now, and was sinking to his knees. Harry stared
in disbelief finally finding the words. \"Winter stop! What the hell are
you doing to him?\" His words urgent, yet with a twinge of pleading in
them. She had heard him, but did not acknowledge.

\"Now Ron, if you choose to hate me for your girlfriends indiscretion,
it\'s your choice to be a pussy whipped little bastard.\" He had dropped
all the way down now, shaking with anger as she pushed harder sending the
strings of pain down his body. \"But never underestimate what one person
can do. That includes you my dear, that includes your mind *and* your soul.
NEVER let someone rule you, or your emotions. If you hate, hate for your
own reasons. Not anyone else\'s. It makes you no better than a mindless zombie.
Be a fucking man for once!\"

She let go as Dean and Seamus walked up. Having finished her small tirade
on Ron. He was still shaking, red faced with anger that had boiled over. He
was on the stone floor, gasping for breath but managing to whisper out. \"You
fucking bitch.\" She shrugged slightly at his words, and he stood.

Unexpectedly she turned silently still carrying the small smile. Robe
sweeping around her. She could hear the struggle behind her, as his
friends no doubt were trying their hardest to retain him. Harsh words
coming from the ones holding him.

\"No Ron!\", and \"Don\'t!\" could be heard among the rustling as she walked away.
Never turning back. Only hearing one say, \"Mean as a banshee.\"
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It was night now, leaning on the wall of the Astronomy tower.
Winter exhaled and watched the cigarette smoke drift away on the breeze.
The full moon was coming, and she knew what must be done.

Tea with Dumbledore had been interesting. Informing her that because
everything, including the grounds at Hogwart\'s was enchanted with some
form of magic or another she absorbed too much here. Pulling energy from stone,
earth, water, and the natural elements as well.

\"Winter,\" he explained as they sat in his office earlier that evening.
\"There is not much known of Karhem.\" She winced at the name, she hated it.\"You
are very few and far between, and not much has been found. Long life spans, the
ability the absorb natural power, and the much needed release of such power.\"
He looked at her over his spectacles,\"As you found out.\"

\"How though? I can\'t be doing it like that all the time.\" she
scoffed. Remembering the pain it had brought.

\"Of course not my dear. The moon, that will bring your redemption.\"

\"The moon?\" she questioned. Remembering how it always held her
fascination as a child, and even now she still seemed drawn to it.

\"Yes, the full moon to be exact. The time to release what
you hold inside. I found this in one of the oldest books in my private
library. Dumbledore handed her a very worn, and tattered book. Frayed with
some edges gnawed off by the occasional mouse. \"You will need the releasing
charm that is held in its pages. But be forewarned it requires much concentration,
and I dare say it will not be too comfortable. Though nothing like you have
experienced. Before it was your bodies way of casting it out, but the magic
should make your plight easier.\"

She remembered his words as the cool air caressed her face, blowing
the wisps of hair that had fallen from her hair clip. She was bare foot
and the cold stone, was seeping into her toes making her start to shiver.
Pulling her cape around her tighter as she stared at the waxing moon. Less
than a week, her nerves were afire, and she could feel a build up within
her.

Yet she could attribute that to Malfoy who set her almost ablaze with passion.
She hadn\'t let him get what he wanted, even though she yearned for him to be
inside her. Her heart began to race at the thought of it. She was drawing him
out, teasing, tempting him until he reached his own breaking point. Only
she longed for him, aching in the worst way.

Her thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming up the stairs, flicking
her cigarette off the side of the tower. Knowing there was no place to hide.
Panicking at the thought of who it could be. Then again she thought she heard
a giggle. Yes, there it was again. It was almost midnight, what other student would
be up at this hour?

The door opened and two dark figures emerged, carefully choosing their steps.
To her delight, and somewhat amazement she saw the flash of red hair. And blonde?
She stepped out of the shadows and laughed softly. The two figures stopping in fear.

\"It\'s OK. It\'s just me.\" Somehow not making the duo feel better. Stone stiff,
still holding hands. Ron had a look of not quite knowing what to say or do. He
was with Luna Lovegood, and all students knew to go to the astronomy tower for a
late night snog fest.

Yet Winter was here alone.

He was still fuming about what she had did to him, but her words had hit
him harder than she could off. Tired of living for another persons happiness,
sick of being under Hermione\'s thumb. Not wanting anymore of her bossiness,
especially when it was aimed towards him. Winter had been right, even though
she was a bitch. She was a bitch with a point. Luna was a little younger, and
he enjoyed her quirkiness. Kinda funny at times, and it made him laugh. She
made him feel like a man, and not a mouse.

\"You kids have fun, it\'s all yours.\" Winter swept her hand around signaling
all was clear. Catching the look of confusion, and a small amount of
lingering anger on Rons face. Luna had only the look of confusion.

Winter and Ron exchanged knowing looks as she exited. \'Corruption of
the young. Its a beautiful thing.\' She laughed as she descended the
stairs and made her way down the dark hallways toward her room.

Halfway back she encountered Mrs.Norris, brown and raggy looking.
Instead of the usual screech to bring Filch running, she meowed and
curled around Winter ankles, as she rubbed the cats head. Her secret
to roaming the halls at night, unable to sleep, and always looking
for a place to have a smoke in peace.

Mrs.Norris liked her because she didn\'t kick at her or run in
opposite way. Something drew her to the girl, a silent bond of
sorts. The thought of going to get her Master never crossed her mind.

\"Kitty, Kitty.\" Winter scratched one last time behind the mangy
cats\' ears and passed the hall, illuminated by the ceiling letting
the moonlight fill it with soft silver light. Coast was still clear,
and she passed undetected.

Padding softly in her bare feet, she made her way through the
twists and turns of the Slytherin dungeons. Beginning to notice
slight noises coming from somewhere. Footsteps.

\'Cripes\', she thought,\'does anyone ever go to bed around here?\'

They stopped, she was almost to her door. Only one more corner
and she would be there. Fearing it was Snape, she was extra silent in her
movements. Leaning in a doorway, catching her breath. Now coming
quickly due to her mixture of fear and excitement. She leaned
back, right into a warm body, and a hand covered her mouth.

\"SSSHHH, Mistress. It\'s me.\" His smooth voice was in her ear,
and her fear melted. He didn\'t turn her around, only wrapped
his arms around her waist and began kissing her neck. Sending
soft chills down her back. She exhaled and leaned farther into
him grinding slowly into his crotch, making his breath come
faster in her ear.

\"Ahhh\", he exhaled as she brushed across him again, increasing
her pressure. Feeling him grow hard against her hip. Moving his
hands ever upward, daring for the first time to caress her breasts.
She let him, the contact driving her mad.

Winter hadn\'t let him do much, mostly kissing, but she was
growing restless, needing the touch only he could provide. His
strong hands gently massaging her breasts,and his touch was
absolutely divine. Breath so hot and ragged as she turned and
found his lips. Soft and inviting, full of urgency as she fell
into him. Pinning him against the door with a soft thump.

\"My room, Malfoy. NOW!\" Half commanding and half begging, as
her lust began to fill her after she had broke their kiss. It
was time, and nothing was stopping her. Malfoy\'s face hidden
in the shadows, she only heard him above her,

\"Yes, Mistress.\"

Creeping down the deserted corridor, hand in hand, they found
her portrait door. Whispering to the unicorn that was asleep by
the stream, \"Ronins Unicorus!\"

They slunk in, and she turned the lights down a bit. He was still
trying to strain his eyes to see the contents of her room. Watching
the curious figures on her walls snore away.

She was behind him now, pulling his shirt off. Not bothering to
unbutton it. Throwing it to the floor in a heap. Eyeing the way his
pale skin almost glowed the strange lighting of her room. Hair the
color of cornsilk, and just as soft she found when she stroked it.
Making him lean his head back, into her touch.

His skin was warm to the touch as she sent her fingernails cascading
down his back, raising red marks upon it. He sucked his breath in
harshly, then moaned as she came around to face him. Her peircings
shining with green, contrasting with her ice blue eyes. Making
his cock twitch in his pants as she looked him in the eyes, taking
the control. All for herself.

\"On the bed, Malfoy!\"

\"Yes, Mistress.\" He wasn\'t hesitating a second. Too turned on
now to care about his actions.

\"Stay right there, don\'t you move.\" She told him, and he obeyed.
Spread out leaning against her headboard looking intrigued. Winter
walked into her bathroom and undressed, pulled her hair up and
took a quick shower.

She wrapped her towel around her and walked into her bedroom.
He hadn\'t moved. Only his eyes, they watched her move to her
dresser and shed the towel. Opening wider as he caught the first
site of her naked.

\'Gods...\', he thought. Taking her in as his eyes roamed her body.
She was muscular, her ass looked like you could bounce a Sickle off
of it. Legs were unjustly long, and a small strip of burgundy curls
rested at the nexus of them. She paid him no mind as she walked
around the bed. Pulling a black velvet robe around her as she brushed
her hair.

\"Hey Mistress,\" he asked tentavaly, \"Can I ask you a question?\"

\"I guess.\" She was still brushing her hair.

\"What did you tell Pansy? You know in the Hall.\" He had been dying to
know for two weeks, but had not had hardly anytime alone with her.

She giggled evilly, \"You really wanna know?\" She was amused by his
curiosity.

\"You know I do.\" He pulled his heads behind his resting head, and
grinned broadly.

\"I told her that she was no longer your whore.\" Winter was walking
slowly toward the bed now. \"I also told her I had heard she was a dead
fuck, and if she wanted to learn to satisfy a man, she could stop by
my chambers and watch me fuck you.\" She was untying her robe now and
was leaning on one of the black metal poles of her four poster bed.

\"You didn\'t.\" He snickered.

\"I did.\" She raised an eyebrow at him. Her robe fell off her shoulders
exposing her full breasts, heavy from the weight.

\"Your so evil, Winter.\" Grinning at her, proud of what she had done.
Sounded like something he would have said. The thought of it only made
him want her more. She was crawling towards him, letting the robe drag
itself from her body. Planting kisses as she made her way up, stopping
at the bulge in his tight pants. Nipping it through them, and blowing
hot air through the fabric, making him strain.

\"That\'s Mistress to you.\" Winter bit his nipple, and then sucked hard
making the blood race to the surface and turn it darker. He moaned
deep in his throat, low and growling as her breasts brushed his chest
as she stratled his body. \"Tell me Malfoy. Do you like what you see?\"

\"MMMMM..oh yes Mistress.\"

\"Tell me how you want to please me. Show me.\" Her hands working
his zipper as he reached for her breasts filling his hands as he
kneaded softly, rubbing his thumb across her nipple. Making it hard
under his skin. His pants were leaving, along with his boxers. Pulling
in his breath as the cool air hit his hot exposed cock.

Winter eyed the smooth hard flesh, and ran her finger along the
vein that ran the length of it. It jumped underneath her touch.

\"Been concealing lethal weapons on me, Malfoy?\" He wrapped her whole
hand around it and pumped him a couple times. Watching his hips push
off the bed wanting more. \"Now you do it. I want to watch you do it,
but do it slowly.\"

He had never wanked in front of a girl before, let alone in
this kind of a situation, but he obliged her. Slowly stroking
himself as she watched him. His erection glad to have some
attention, but wanting her horribly.

She was laying next to him now, cradling her leg over
his and she was stroking his balls, cupping them and using
her thumb to press into the base of his dick, rubbing in
small circles. Making him moan in spite of himself.

She stopped and got out of bed. He stopped as she took
her touch away.

\"Did I tell you to stop?\" He began to tease himself again,
as her naked form walked in front of him. She used her wand and
set a silencing charm on the room, and walked to her dresser,
bringing out of it a blindfold and a small riding crop.

She came back to him and took his hand away, he sighed
at the loss of pleasure. On top of him once more she began
to tease him again as her mouth moved down to his hard flesh.

Teasing it unbearably, as she blew on the moist tip, and
swirled her tongue on the tip. Taking in his essence.

\"Show me how you beg, Malfoy. I want to hear you. Give
your Mistress what she wants wants or suffer more.\" Her
voice like fire as she spoke. Squeezing his dick hard within
her grasp.

\"PL..ple..please Mistress.\" he stammered and she gave him
small teasing strokes, \"Oh..gods yes, please. Let me feel you,
all of you. Please, Mistress. Let me please you!\"

\"Oh, I see you\'ve done this before.\" Giggling as she placed
her mouth on his quivering flesh. Twisting her tongue around
the soft skin of his head. Working her farther down the shaft, as
he strained forward for more. Crying out as her fingernails dug
deeply in to his ass cheeks. \"Stop it! Lay still.\"

Her mouth was warm and wet around him, cheeks still stinging
deliciously from her attack. He craned his head back as her mouth
worked, using her tongue to tease and pleasure him. The small
ball on her tongue sending volts the length of him, right into
his balls.

\"Oh yes baby...that\'s it. Holy Merlin, what are you...no..
don\'t ..\"..\" He was lost in the pleasure, not really
knowing what he was saying. She worked him to the edge, until
she felt him tighten, then abruptly stopped. He slammed a balled
up fist on the bed.

\"Fine then, if you don\'t want my pussy, you won\'t have it.\"
Coming up to kiss his mouth, reaching for the blindfold as she
finished her deep kiss. She knew he didn\'t want the blindfold,
but she took one of his senses anyway. Blocking out his sight
completely.

\"Get up, Malfoy.\" She positioned herself on her back, propping
herself up with her elbows. \"Now find me, and finger my pussy.\"

He groped around until he found her leg, following it up her
inner thigh to her awaiting lips. She watched him smile as he found his
required place. Using his uncommonly long fingers to open her
up and slide his finger into her awaiting slit. He could only
listen to her moan, not being able to see her. This was her game,
making him listen to how she responded to his various speeds, and
techniques. So wet and hot, his cock throbbed for her, and for
release.

He found her clit, and with a few flicks he had her coming.
She had not expected it, he could hear it in her moans and it
nearly made him cum listening to her cry out. He kept rubbing
slowly through her orgasm, and when the moans had stopped he
felt the blindfold yanked off. Fearing he had displeased her,
but her face said otherwise.

Like a wildcat, she was pulling him down and kissing him
with wild passion. Her control now gone, as her pussy dripped
with what he had done.

\"You are something special, Malfoy.\"

\"Thank you, Mistress.\"

She could tell the lines were being crossed already, as their
eyes met. The usual walls of dominance and submission crumbling
before her, and she went with it. Never wanting to be fucked so
bad in her life, and here he was. The man that made her forget
what she had known before.

Young, beautiful, gifted, and she gave in to him completely
as he entered her. Filling her slowly, as she sucked in her
breath underneath him. She matched his thrusts as he began
to pump into her pussy, yearning for more. Pushing harder
into her, as he moaned down at her.

Never had a woman worked his cock like she did. Moving,
swirling, and thrusting under him. Wrapping her legs around
his waist, locking him into her wetness.

\"Ah, Winter.\" Draco was at her ear, moaning his approval of
her movement. She grabbed his head pulling it up, making him look
at her face as he fucked her.

\"Harder.\" She commanded. He pounded into her and began
to lose himself again in her pleasure.

\"Yes, that\'s it baby. Come on!\" Her breasts bouncing wildly
as he gave her what she wanted. Winter slid her hand between them,
rubbing her clit in large circles. No one had ever done that
before either and he found it hard to hold back. Her other
hand scratching him like razor blades, and he loved it.

Her muscles began to tighten and she let out a whimper,
as her muscles tensed down on his cock. Her oncoming flood
already making her tunnel slicker, and as she reached her
peak she called out to him. Her last defense against anything
ever becoming more than Master and Slave. Grabbing handfuls of
blonde hair, and setting his face inches from hers.

\"Watch me cum. Watch what you do to me.\" Her orgasm
released again as the shudders rushed through her. \"YES,
DRACO.\"

She had said his name, not Malfoy. The thought of what
had just happened sent him spiraling into her, and he
came in a hard spurt, intensity like never before.
Letting out an almost roar, and growling her name.
Their eyes still locked as his orgasm filled her, and
she kissed him deeply until the last wave had hit him.

He knew something had changed between them. His name still
sweet on her lips. They had moved beyond a simple master
and slave union. Now it was different, they were both
on even ground.

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