The eyes of Winter

Chapter 18...the oncoming storm

The week went slowly for Winter. She could feel the oncoming moon like
it was waiting for her. She felt strange, seeming to fill, her nerves at
the breaking point. It was Saturday morning, and she was waiting for DJ
on the steps as the sun came up. Not having slept yet, Winter was getting
tired. She had stayed up all night reading and listening to her music.
Trying desperately for some comfort, seeming to lightly tingle with the
movement of the heavens.

This was their early morning ritual, meeting on the steps to walk
down to the lake to practice Tai-Chi together. He had asked her three
weeks ago to come with him, and she excitedly accepted. He figured
he would have a new student, but she was full of surprises. Keeping
up every step and never missing a beat. Slow and languid were her
movements, like flowing water. Just as they should be.

She saw him now, coming towards her down the steps. Ironically
it was where they first met. She was really beginning to
like the guy. He spoke frankly with her, never sugar coating his
words. Not trying to come on to her, it just wasn\'t like that. It was
almost reminiscant of home, and he helped her gradually ease into
life at Hogwart\'s.

\"Your late, as usual.\" She teased him.

\"Your still up, as usual.\" teasing her back.

\"Alright you got me there.\"

When they reached the lake she spread the large blanket that
she had carried and he immediatly sat down, sitting on his knees.
Ready for their other early morning ritual. She kneeled behind
him and began to unweave his extremely long braid. His hair was
thinner, but black and shiny and like rain that slipped through
your hand. Unbraided it was longer than her own, a good foot
below his ass cheeks.

\"Jesus DJ, it gets longer every day.\" She pulled her brush
from her bag, and began to smooth it out. Winter had felt
strange when he had asked her to do this, but in time it had
become a sort of ritual to them. Every morning she redid his
braid. Then they did Tai-chi. Every morning.

In this span of time he had told her that his family did not
want him cutting his hair. His family was very traditional,
following old ways both magical, and Chinese. Long hair served
as some sort of status symbol to them, and cutting a mans braid
off was considered the ultimate form of disrespect.

At home it was his grandmothers job, he was a first born son
and was spoiled by her constantly. After all he was the key
to her linage. They were healers, descended a great many years
amassing a fortune selling herbs and potions. At Hogwart\'s he
could be himself, and not be fawned over constantly. He felt the
only reason he was a Slytherin was is uncommon ability at Potions.
Being the best Potion student wasn\'t bad, but when your other subjects
weren\'t so good it leveled out. No potions could control his hair though.
It was out of control, and his magic had failed miserably.

Winter had taken over his grandmothers job, and DJ didn\'t seem to
mind. Not to mention she did a superb job, sometimes better than
his grandmothers, but he would never tell her that of course.

His back was to her, and his courage seemed a little stronger.
He was dying to ask her something. He considered her one of his best
friends already, sometimes better than Calub. Winter was more like himself,
after she had started to open up a little. She was great for advice,
from a woman\'s aspect. Yet she wasn\'t your typical woman.

\"Winter?\"

\"Huh.\" She was parting his hair now, getting ready to tightly
braid it again.

\"Your sleeping with Draco aren\'t you?\"

The question hit her like a ton of bricks. They had been careful
not to let their exploits known. They were seen together constantly,
almost like a couple, but not acting like one.

\"What are you talking about?\" Her voice not nearly as strong
as usual, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

\"Well that\'s the rumor. Don\'t you know you can\'t do
shit in this place?\" He was annoyed, and forgot she
hadn\'t been at Hogwart\'s long. Only a month, but
it seemed like so much longer.


\"Ah no,DJ.\" She jerked his hair, braiding it a
little too roughly. \"I didn\'t know that. Besides
what\'s it matter to you if Malfoy and I are doing
anything.\"

\"Easy Winter, it\'s just that everyone\'s talking. Even
the Slytherins.\"

\"So?\" she questioned.

\"Don\'t you know what you\'ve gotten yourself into? That
is if it\'s true. Is it true?\" He still wasn\'t facing her
and she was braiding slowly, not liking the way he made it sound.

She sighed,\"Yes if you must know, but what\'s so bad about it?
Wouldn\'t you like a little fun, DJ?\"

\"Not that kind of fun!\" He was sounding like it was something
dirty.

\"Again DWONG JIN,\" using his given name. \"What the hell are you
talking about!\"

His head shot up at the sound of his real name, and asked her
abruptly, \"Do you know what his family is all about? Are you aware
of his family\'s history?\"

\"Uh, not really.\" This sounded really bad now.


\"Well most Slytherin males have heard of the Malfoy
legacy. It\'s legend around here. Their like the Marquis DeSade
of the wizarding world.\" His head lowered again and he spoke
softly, \"And I just didn\'t want to see you get tangled up
in all that mess.\"

\"Oh really,\" this coming as a complete surprise to her considering
Malfoy had been nothing but obedient.

\"He doesn\'t do anything bad..to..you...\" he trailed off, a little
embarrassed.

\"No, DJ. Never...but what do you mean?\"


DJ spilled his guts to her. Still kneeling in front of her
even though she had finished his braid. Telling her of the
stories he had heard about Lucius and even about Draco. They
often were the topic, being the horny teenagers they were.

All about the pain they inflicted, and the many sexual escapades
involving the tormented release of some poor woman. The Malfoy family
quest for lust, and torture. He had known Draco for
years, and knew him to be quite the bad boy. They got
along well, but DJ could never accept his views on women.


Winter was dumbstruck. Malfoy? Not her Malfoy? She had brought
him into her bedroom more than once now, and she knew he enjoyed
the pain she inflicted on him. Even after the first time, she
continued to be dominant, and he let her willingly. Only taking
her roughly at her command, or to show his eagerness to please
her in every way. Was he holding back, or was he truly submissive
to only her touch?

\"Don\'t worry DJ.\" She put her hand on his shoulder and he turned
to face her. \"I\'ve got everything under control. I can handle Draco
just fine. Trust me, he knows better than to try that bullshit on me.
You should know that by now. But thanks for the information, and thanks
for...ya know...worrying about me.\" She stood up, and began to stretch.
Not wanting him to see that he had got to her. Not being used to someone
looking out for her well being. It was strange to her yet oddly comforting.

Winter began her Tai-Chi and DJ fell into step next to her. Silent
again she worked and pushed through her movements. Flowing with her arms,
and stepping softly with her feet. Sighing at the contentment it brought.

\"It\'s tonight you know.\" She began softly. DJ was the only other who knew
about the releasing charm. Not bothering to tell Malfoy, he served his own
purpose.

\"I know.\" He was just as soft as he brought his arm around in front
of him, pulling it in and exhaling smoothly.

\"I\'m scared, for the first time in a long time.\" Her voice wavering,
but her movements stayed smooth.

\"I know.\" He was blunt, but not harsh. \"A wise man once said,
Even the most savage of beast frightened by oncoming storm.\"

She smiled at his old Chinese wisdom. He always made perfect
sense with the least of words.
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