Luminescent
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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2,794
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2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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She quickly pocketed her wand once more and peered through the slight crack in the door. The scene that befell her was breathtaking. The room was awash in the faint glow of candles that were burned down to almost nothing. He moved about the substantial room in a swift, preternatural manor, the air of arrogance never leaving him even in the absence of an audience. She watched him as he discarded his robes, pulling them off of his shoulders and letting them bellow around him, casting them aside on the bed that lay against a wall in the corner of the room before glancing over at the door and tilting his head towards her in quite the same manner as the mysterious stranger she had seen wandering the grounds earlier.
He haphazardly cast his wand towards the door and it swung open completely.
“Are you going to come in then? Or shall we pretend I have not seen you and let you continue to sneak about my private quarters?” he asked her as she stood, dumbfounded, in his doorway.
She stepped over the threshold of the door, not sure if she should be doing so, not sure if this was what she anticipated when she began blindly following him throughout the castle.
He again cast his wand in the direction of the door and she watched it close as if of its own accord. She was immediately taken with the room and surprised as to how cozy it felt. There, next to his bed in the corner was a small nightstand overloaded with old books. In the other corner was an old velvet sofa with an even older looking blanket draped over the side, both in the deepest, almost black, shades of red and green. The dusty shelves next to the sofa were filled with books and jars full of odd looking substances, most likely the sorts of ingredients that would not and should not be found readily available.
The sudden feel of warmth against her body startled her. He stood behind her and again cast his wand, this time in the direction of the small fireplace and suddenly the room was awash in an orange glow. He stepped back away from her and she felt her body silently beg for him to come back, to step closer not farther away. She did not speak, did not ask what she wanted to know, what she already knew.
“You look frightened girl,” he said as he picked up his old black cauldron and brought it over to the fire. “I assure you my reputation is far worst than my reality.” He placed the cauldron over the crackling fire and she watched in amazement as the room changed from orange to smoky blue, the color reminding her of the eerie moonlight she saw when she had awoken from her dream.
Her dream. A hand touching her cheek, his hand…
Incredible sensations washed over her as the smell of the potion filled the room. It took over her senses and as she lifted her hand to her cheek, she began to felt lightheaded and drowsy. She stumbled over to the old sofa and sat down, hand still to her cheek. She closed her eyes and willed the room to stop spinning, though it would not obey her command.
He looked curiously at her before approaching her and kneeling in front of her, placing one cool hand over hers and the other upon her trembling knee.
His long smooth fingers captured hers and drew them away from her flushed cheek. He moved his own unusually beautiful face closer towards hers. He took in the sight of her, trembling nervously before him and because of him. He took her other hand in his and drew her even closer still. He looked into her bright green witch’s eyes as if penetrating her very soul, in search of some sort of answer. Neither his enchantment nor his potion would last if she did not want it to. Yes, he had used more than a hint of magic to lure her here, but it was intended only to awaken any dormant feelings and hidden desires. He very well could have conjured up something stronger and in fact had done so in the past, though not with her. There had been others throughout his long years of service, those with weakened minds and broken spirit that had given themselves up to him all to easily under his expert spell. This, however was to be different, she was different. She was strong, striking in both beauty and intellect…willing. He would not take her in the same way he took the others.
He leaned slowly in to her and captured her lips with his own knowing that either way, this would break the spell. He closed his eyes, breaking the link into her soul and braced himself for what was to come.
He haphazardly cast his wand towards the door and it swung open completely.
“Are you going to come in then? Or shall we pretend I have not seen you and let you continue to sneak about my private quarters?” he asked her as she stood, dumbfounded, in his doorway.
She stepped over the threshold of the door, not sure if she should be doing so, not sure if this was what she anticipated when she began blindly following him throughout the castle.
He again cast his wand in the direction of the door and she watched it close as if of its own accord. She was immediately taken with the room and surprised as to how cozy it felt. There, next to his bed in the corner was a small nightstand overloaded with old books. In the other corner was an old velvet sofa with an even older looking blanket draped over the side, both in the deepest, almost black, shades of red and green. The dusty shelves next to the sofa were filled with books and jars full of odd looking substances, most likely the sorts of ingredients that would not and should not be found readily available.
The sudden feel of warmth against her body startled her. He stood behind her and again cast his wand, this time in the direction of the small fireplace and suddenly the room was awash in an orange glow. He stepped back away from her and she felt her body silently beg for him to come back, to step closer not farther away. She did not speak, did not ask what she wanted to know, what she already knew.
“You look frightened girl,” he said as he picked up his old black cauldron and brought it over to the fire. “I assure you my reputation is far worst than my reality.” He placed the cauldron over the crackling fire and she watched in amazement as the room changed from orange to smoky blue, the color reminding her of the eerie moonlight she saw when she had awoken from her dream.
Her dream. A hand touching her cheek, his hand…
Incredible sensations washed over her as the smell of the potion filled the room. It took over her senses and as she lifted her hand to her cheek, she began to felt lightheaded and drowsy. She stumbled over to the old sofa and sat down, hand still to her cheek. She closed her eyes and willed the room to stop spinning, though it would not obey her command.
He looked curiously at her before approaching her and kneeling in front of her, placing one cool hand over hers and the other upon her trembling knee.
His long smooth fingers captured hers and drew them away from her flushed cheek. He moved his own unusually beautiful face closer towards hers. He took in the sight of her, trembling nervously before him and because of him. He took her other hand in his and drew her even closer still. He looked into her bright green witch’s eyes as if penetrating her very soul, in search of some sort of answer. Neither his enchantment nor his potion would last if she did not want it to. Yes, he had used more than a hint of magic to lure her here, but it was intended only to awaken any dormant feelings and hidden desires. He very well could have conjured up something stronger and in fact had done so in the past, though not with her. There had been others throughout his long years of service, those with weakened minds and broken spirit that had given themselves up to him all to easily under his expert spell. This, however was to be different, she was different. She was strong, striking in both beauty and intellect…willing. He would not take her in the same way he took the others.
He leaned slowly in to her and captured her lips with his own knowing that either way, this would break the spell. He closed his eyes, breaking the link into her soul and braced himself for what was to come.