Yin and Yang

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Chapter 3
They appeared at platform 9 3/4 precisely fifteen minutes before the train was due to leave. A few students and parents looked sideways at Lucius. He didn’t usually escort his son to the train, preferring to stay well clear of all muggle populated areas. Storm was attracting her own share of attention and speculation, being a new face and obviously not a new first year. She ignored everyone except for Harry who she’d noticed standing with Hermione and a red haired boy. They looked at each other for a moment, then she smiled and, putting a finger to her lips, blew him a kiss. Hermione glared at her but she just laughed and turned her attention back to Lucius and Draco. Crabbe and Goyle had wandered slowly over to Draco, clearly intimidated by Lucius but wanting to meet Storm. Draco had no intentions of introducing Storm to them until absolutely necessary and moved away from his father and half sister, Crabbe and Goyle following him.
“Watch out for yourself around those two thugs.” Lucius warned her.
She looked up at him. “I’ve been fending off their fathers for years.” she smiled mischievously. “Why? Do you care for me?”
“I care enough to want to find you in one piece next time I want you.” his lips met hers in a quick sensual kiss that nearly made her change her mind about going...again. “Go...” a small smile that softened his eyes. “I’ll see you in a few weeks.” he disapparated and she joined Draco, Crabbe and Goyle as they made their way on to the train.

An hour or so later, Storm looked up from her magazine and, totally bored, dropped it on the floor and gazed out the ow. ow. She’d already changed iher her school uniform, so she couldn’t even leave the compartment to do that. Not that there was much fun to be had out there. She’d had enough of Crabbe and Goyle and their inane chatter. She vaguely wondered how they’d managed to make it to year seven, two more stupid people she’d never had the misfortune to meet. She looked across at Draco, who had the Daily Prophet spread open across his lap, and was trying to complete the crossword. Not an easy task because the clues kept changing if you weren’t quick enough to fill in the correct answer. She had no idea what Crabbe and Goyle were talking about, and just dismissed them. Kicking off her shoes, she ran one foot up Draco’s leg, settling it on his lap, under the newspaper. He frowned and swore as the clue for seven down changed because she’d distracted him. A soft laugh and her other foot joined it’s partner, rubbing his crotch before it settled against the hardness there. She leaned against the window and waited, occasionally shifting her feet, well aware that the clues to Draco’s crossword were now changing more rapidly than before.
He looked at Crabbe and Goyle. “Get lost.”
At last! Storm watched him, a look of complete innocence on her face.
“But...” Goyle started.
Storm’s toes stroked again and he glared at her. She smiled at his discomfort. It was really too easy to have them right where she wanted them. Well, most of them. She thought of Lucius. Every now and then it was nice to find someone with a greater will than her own.
“Fuck off!”
They stood and shuffled out of the compartment, grumbling about having to find somewhere else to sit. Storm laughed as Draco closed the door after them and pulled the curtain across the window in it with a flick of his wand.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I thought that was obvious.”
“You’re not just teasing me again?” his hand ran up her smooth leg.
“You knew what I was going to do last night. It’s not my fault.” she kicked the paper away and straddled his lap, placing a warm kiss on his lips. His arms went around her and held her tightly while their tongues fought for dominance. She pulled away, sucking on his bottom lip. “What do you want?”
Draco groaned at the thought of her doing to his cock what she’d been doing to his lip. “Stop asking stupid questions.” he pushed her off his lap and unfastened his trousers. “Suck me.” u hau have such a nice way of asking.” she knelt on the floor in front of him and ran a freshly painted fingernail along his cock.
“C’mon Storm. Crabbe and Goyle won’t stay away much longer.”
She kissed the tip and ran her tongue around it. “That’s not my problem.” she took the entire length into her mouth. He leaned back against the seat and groaned, closing his eyes. Storm looked up as her lips and tongue worked on him. Sometimes it was just too easy. She couldn’t understand why her half- brother didn’t have a permanent girlfriend, unless, of course, he didn’t want one. Apparantly he had his fair share of sex Her thoughts turned back to the girl in the lingerie shop. Pansy? If that was the best Slytherin had to offer, she wasn’t surprised Draco was still single. She heard voices outside the door and felt Draco’s hands on her head, tangling in her hair. She hoped he was clostheythey probably didn’t have much more time. The door opened with a soft click. She felt cold air on her bare legs and feet as Draco came down her throat.
“Oh...” a feminine voice, sounding slightly embarrassed.
Draco opened his eyes to see Pansy watching the scene in front of her, Crabbe and Goyle standing behind her with identical looks of disbelief on their faces. He laughed. This would be around the school by tomorrow, it wouldn’t do his reputation any harm.
Storm turned to face the trio, murmuring a breath freshening charm. “You could have knocked.”
Pansy’s eyes flashed with hatred as she looked at Storm, taking in her short skirt and long legs. “Like you could have answered. Who are you, anyway?” she moved into the compartment, leaving Crabbe and Goyle still standing in the doorway. “Draco’s mine.”
Storm laughed and stood face to face with the other girl. “Yeah...obviously.” she pushed past the two boys in the doorway and wandered down the sometimes crowded corridor. She thought she’d leave Draco to sort that one out...like she’d said before, it wasn’t her problem.
Hermione slammed the door of the compartment and stalked along the corridor. Storm slipped, unnoticed, behind two other students and into the compartment she’d just left. Harry and the red - haired boy were playing wizard chess, an older man with long black hair sitting opposite them reading the Daily Prophet.
“Are you going to start lecturing me again?” Harry spokthouthout looking up from his game.
“Wouldn’t dream of it...” laughter in her voice.
They all looked at her. Harry smiled apologetically. “Sorry. I thought you were...someone else.”
“I hope so. I’d hate to think I’d lecture anyone.” she laughed softly. “Don’t make a habit of it, confusing me with that someone else.” Her eyes looked straight into his. “I’m sure you won’t...” they were the only two people there. “...once you get to know me...” a small predatory smile. “...better.”
Harry swallowed. He was used to girls hitting on him. It happened quite often, even though he’d been dating Hermione for a couple of years. But it didn’t ever happen like this. A beautiful, barefoot heriherin and obviously a friend of the Malfoys - a good friend if what he saw at the station was anything to go by - chatting him up so overtly in front of his best friend and godfather. A not so discreet cough from the corner made Harry remember they weren’t alone. He pushed his fringe from his eyes and took a deep breath. “Um...this is Storm.” he couldn’t remember her surname...he could barely remember his. “Storm...Ron Weasley and Sirius Black...” He exhaled and slouched in his seat. It had been a long time since a girl had affected him like this, not since Cho in fourth year.
Storm smiled at Ron and sat next to Sirius. “Sirius Black. The Sirius Black that killed all those muggles.”
“How many other Sirius Blacks are there?” Sirius asked, straight faced. “And I’m innocent. Of that crime anyway.”
“Mmmmm, yes I remember reading about that in the newspaper.” In all reality, she’d known Sirius was innocent and that Peter Pettigrew was the one who framed him. Another idiot. Why did her father insist on surrounding himself with these fools? “So, why are you here? I thought it was only students that used this train.”
“Sirius is teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year.” Ron answered the question, feeling unnoticed by Storm.
She nodded. That didn’t really answer her question, but it gave her the information she needed to form her own conclusions. Sirius, being Harry’s godfather, was on the train to keep an eye on things. It was well known that the Dark Lord was gathering his forces. Sirius must be there to help protect Harry in case Voldemort or one of his Death Eaters came for him. She nearly laughed aloud at that.
“Why don’t we learn how to use dark magic as well? Wouldn’t that be better than just defending ourselves against it?”
Sirius laughed. “A Slytherin would ask that question.” But he shrugged. “I really don’t know. I suppose Professor Dumbledore thinks there’s enough evil at the moment without adding to it.”
Then Dumbledore’s a fool, Storm thought. Even though she knew he wasn’t. Surely he wasn’t just going to rely on Harry. Suppose Harry disappeared...
“Why aren’t you wearing any shoes?” Harry’s voice broke into her musings.
She laughed. “Draco and I were...um...killing time when someone...Pansy...?” she shrugged. “...interrupted. I left them to it. She seems to think she’s his girlfriend.”
“Are you?” this from Ron.
“No. We’re friends. My father and Lucius go way back.”
“Do you kiss all your father’s friends like that?” Harry thought back to the farewell between her and Lucius on platform 9 3/4.
Storm looked at him. “No, only the ones I’ve fucked...recently.” she laughed at the look on Harry’s face, and at Ron as he choked on a chocolate frog. Sirius held back a laugh as he pushed a bottle of water to Ron. Forewarned was forearmed...he’d know to watch out for this one, especially if that wink she just gave him was anything to go
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Harry was the first to recover. “So...you and...Lucius Malfoy...um...”
“What? Fuck? Hell yeah.” she leaned back and rested her feet on Harry’s legs. “But that’s all. I’m not about to marry him or anything.”
“Good...” Harry mumbled. His hands caressed her ankles as he removed her feet from his knees. As luck would have it, Hermione chose that moment to re-enter the compartment.
“Harry, I’m...oh...” her eyes narrowed as she noticed Storm. “What’s she doing here?”
“Just visiting the only other people I know on this train.” Storm stood and smoothed her skirt.
“I’m sure there’s other boys out there...” Hermione pointed to the corridor. “...that would welcome your attentions. Leave mine alone.”
“Other boys?” Storm was indignant. “What do you think I am?”
“I’m getting a pretty good idea, if the rumour circulating the train is true.”
Storm laughed. “Yeah, so we got caught. Adds to the thrill...” she glanced at Harry.
Hermione saw red. “Leave him alone!” she shouted and pushed Storm, hard. “Slut!”
The push surprised Storm. She fell backwards and felt Sirius’ hands steady her as she landed on his lap. His arm slid around her waist to stop her throwing herself at the other girl, holding her perhaps a little closer than he needed to. He laughed softly as she wriggled on his lap, trying to get free, then stilled as she realised the effect she was having on him. Storm pulled her wand out of her robe pocket, pointing at Hermione. She was just about to throw a nasty curse at the girl when Sirius’ hand went across her mouth, effectively stopping it. “Settle down.”
Hermione looked smug. Storm tried to bite Sirius’ hand, still across her mouth, the curses getting worse in her mind. She was nearly up to the Unforgivable Curses. “Harry, Ron...perhaps you’d like to take Hermione...get me a cup of coffee...”
Once they’d left, Sirius removed his hand fror mor mouth. She took two deep breaths. “Hmmmm ...if that’s how you’re going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, I can hardly wait. Very... hands on.” she put her wand away.
Sirius was reluctant to let her go. It wasn’t every day a warm, sexy, accomodating body fell into his lap. In fact it was few and far between since he’d escaped from Azkaban. Even though his name was now cleared, women were still wary of him. “You weren’t just going to use a simple hex, were you?”
“Was it tobviobvious?” she chuckled and relaxed against him. If he wasn’t going to let her go, that was fine with her. His breath in her ear and on her neck was sending shivers through her, making her forget Hermione and Harry...for the moment anyway.
He closed his eyes. She’s a student...just a child. It kept repeating itself in his mind. His arm loosened about her waist, but she didn’t remove herself from his lap. Nor did he remove her. He pushed her hair aside, exposing the back of her neck, and placed a soft kiss there. His hands moulded themselves to her breasts and she leaned her head back on his shoulder, lips parted temptingly.
“No...” But even as he voiced the word, his thumbs were teasing her nipples through her shirt.
“Why?” Oh God...don’t stop. She turned her head and her lips found his neck.
A deep breath. 1...2...3...4..5..6..7.8.9.10. Oh fuck... “Because...” Why? He’s a teacher. She’s a student...a child...an innocent child. Innocent? Sirius laughed at that one. He’s more than twice her age. Another short laugh. So’s Malfoy. “Because we’re on a train, behind an unlocked door. Someone might come.”
She turned herself around to face him and smiled. “That’s the idea...as long as it’s you and me.”
Sirius laughed, resignedly. “That’s not what I meant. They’re not going to stay away much longer.” But his hand behind her neck brought her closer to him and their lips met in a hungry kiss, leaving them both wanting more. “It can’t happen, you know.”
Storm nuzzled his neck. “Mmmmmmm...but it will...” she bit gently.
He couldn’t deny it. “Stop doing that.” He stood, placing her on her feet. “Go now. And if you meet Hermione in the corridor, don’t curse her.” His lips brushed hers with sensual promise.
She opened the door to see Harry and Ron coming towards her, followed by Hermione, and a red-haired girl - another Weasley?
“Impeccable timing.” Sirius looked over her shoulder.
“Relax. I want you to give me detention...not expell me.”
He laughed, thinking the former would be a definite possibility, and dropped a kiss on top of her head. She sauntered along the corridor past Harry and Ron, a wink and a kiss blown to Harry, and past Hermione and the other girl who she ignored completely, even though Hermione’s whispered “Slut.” followed her. She was patient, she’d wait. Hermione’s name was at the top of her list.

“Oh, you’re back.” Pansy’s voice was the first she heard on opening the compartment door. And Pansy’s was next, even if she was Slytherin.
“Mmmmm, and you’re still here.” Storm spoke absently, disguising the irritation she felt for the other girl. She sat next to Draco and leaned against the wall, sliding her legs across his and closing her eyes.
Draco’s hands were cold on her warm thigh, she squirmed when his fingers stroked, tickling gently. “Tired?” The mocking drawl was back.
Her eyes opened, just a bit, as she looked at him. That sarcasm could land him to be third on her list, she’d forgotten how cutting his wit could be. “Yeah. And despite all that time I spent in bed, too.”
“Touche.” he laughed, his fingers inching higher up her leg, under the skirt. He wished Crabbe and Goyle would get lost for a while, and that Pansy would just go away. She was getting annoying, wouldn’t believe that he was no longer interested in her.
Storm captured his hand, halting it’s quest. Her fingernails scratched the palm softly, then her fingers laced through his, holding the hand still against her hip. “Not now...later...” she mumbled drowsily, mentally crossing his name off the list.
“How long have you been fucking her?” And moving Pansy’s name up to first, above the other annoying bitch.
“I’m not.” God, she was irritating. “If I was, I never would have fucked you.”
Tears sprang into Pansy’s eyes and she ran from the compartment, leaving Draco’s cruel laughter behind her. A smile settled on Storm’s lips as she drifted into a light sleep.


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