Yin and Yang

Finally, chapter 4. I apologise for it\'s tardiness, but I have children and they take a lot of time. I\'ll try to get at least one chapter up a week...or so...
Thankyou everyone for your great reviews. It sounds like Storm actually got to a few of you. As for what\'s going to happen and who she\'s going to fuck...I\'m not quite sure yet. Thanks for all suggestions. I just know the end of the story, it\'s how I\'m going to get there that\'s the problem. But I will...I promise.

Chapter 4

Hogsmeade station was dark, cold and windy. Storm wrapped her robe around her,
her hands jammed deeply in the pockets. What sort of hell was this? Draco indicated
the hundred or so carriages that were to take the students to Hogwarts, walking
towards one of them, Crabbe and Goyle in tow. She started to follow when a strong
hand on her shoulder stopped her. Long black strands of his hair mingled with hers as
the wind whipped around them. She knew who it was before he spoke. “Ride with
me.”
“How long is the trip?” Pushing her hair off her face, she turned to face him.
Sirius shrugged. “Ten minutes.”
Storm laughed. “Sorry...Professor. Not long enough. I’m going to at least want to
spend the night with you.”
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. She was right, ten minutes wouldn’t be long
enough, but it would do for a start. Could he afford to have her spend a night with
him? How much trouble could he be in? The cinnamon scent of her surrounded him.
And would one night be enough? Instinct told him she could become addictive.
“Storm! You coming?” Draco shouted across at her.
“Any night you want...Sirius.” She removed his hand from her shoulder and kissed
the palm before she ran to join Draco in the carriage. The door slammed closed
behind her and they moved off, along the meandering path to the school.
“Was that Sirius Black? What’s he doing here?”
“Apparantly, he’s the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.”
“Yeah?” To Storm’s surprise, Draco didn’t sneer. “Could be interesting. He spent
twelve years in Azkaban. He should know some really good stuff.”
Storm was impressed with her first view of Hogwarts. The lights at nearly every
window made it seem welcoming after the inclement welcome at Hogsmeade. Once
the carriages stopped, the students made their way into the Great Hall for the Sorting
Ceremony. Everyone seemed to know where they were going. Storm was at a loss so
she fol followed Draco, sitting with him at the Slytherin table, aware of glances and
whispers directed at her. She smiled. There was nothing like a good rumour to
ensure infamy. She watched Professor Snape enter the hall. He looked the same as
she remembered. Was it possible that he’d invented an anti-aging potion. If he had
and he hadn’t told her mother about it there’d be trouble. She laughed at the mental
vision of Narcissa cursing Snape.
Snape’s eyes scanned the Slytherin table, landing on Draco, then flicking to her. He
didn’t seem pleased to see her. His eyes narrowed as he walked purposely over to
her. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve got to go to school somewhere.”
“Surely Durmstrang would be more to your parents’ taste.”
“They wanted me in the country, and they thought that Draco would be a good
influence.” Her eyes widened as she looked up at him. “Don’t you want me here?
What have you got to hide?”
He scowled. “I don’t want you in Slytherin. If you cause me any trouble, I’ll see that
you’re expelled.”
She laughed at that. “Now Sev...I mean Professor Snape.” a more disrespectful tone,
he had rarely heard. “What other house would I be in?”
“Don’t push me, little girl. I don’t give a damn who your father is.” he stalked away
towards the High Table. He refused to be intimidated by a child, even if that child
had more right to be in Slytherin than anyone else. Daughter of the heir...did that
make her the next heir, the heir apparent? He thought of the abuse he’d suffered at
the hands of her father when he’d re-entered the fold. A couple of quick Cruciatus
curses, a lengthy questioning, more curses and then being allowed to return to
Hogwarts in the morning to teach, having had no sleep. His double agent role had
also resumed, making his life more complicated while he sifted through the
information he had, deciding what to tell whom. He wondered how similar Storm
had become to her father. He’d last seen her eighteen months ago. She’d
successfully seduced him, but he’d made sure he was the one who fucked her and not
the other way around, refusing to be cowed because of who her father is. A pleasant
enough memory, but he’d ensure it wouldn’t be happening again. He’d heard the
gossip about her antics on the train, he didn’t want to be another notch on her
bedpost.
Storm watched him, not at all fazed by his rejection. He’d been a grumpy sod for as
long as she’d known him. She loved a challenge...he was, after all, just a man. She
wondered if he really was the traitor her father said he was...it’d be a shame if he had
to die.

After the Sorting Ceremony - Slytherin picked up eight students, three of them with
surnames Storm recognized as Death Eater families - came the other announcements.
A murmur of interest rippled through the assembled students when Sirius’ name had
been announced. Storm thought she would not be the only one propositioning him.
Hermione had been appointed Head Girl and Sebastian Harris, a tall blond
Ravenclaw, was Head Boy. Pansy, who was sitting across the table and a few seats
down from Storm and Draco, was heard to say “I thought Draco would be ‘head boy’,
given his recent experience...” which was greeted with laughter from all in hearing
range. Draco scowled, Storm laughed.
The Slytherin common room and dormitories were in the dungeons. Storm silently
cursed Salazar Slytherin as she descended stone steps, taking her into colder and
darker depths than she wanted to go. She much preferred light and warmth. Draco
gave the password when they reached the entrance to the common room - he was still
a prefect - and the fifty or so Slyin sin students entered. Their number was down a lot
on previous years because of the trouble with Voldemort. Many wizarding families
had chosen to live overseas, in Australia or America, and many of them were
ex-Death Eater families who feared The Dark Lord’s wrath. The common room was
warm enough. Stone walls and lamps hanging from the ceiling by chains made Storm
think more of torture chambers than home, but the fire burning in the huge ornate
fireplace definitely appealed to her. She moved closer to it while Draco gave his
lecture about loyalty to Slytherin to the first years.
“Is it true? What they were all saying on the train?”
Storm looked to her left. A slim girl with shoulder length dark blond hair was
standing next to her. “That depends on what you heard.”
“Pansy walked in on you giving Draco head.”
She shrugged. “Yeah, what of it?” What was it with these people - now if they’d
been fucking...
The other girl held her hands up, defensively, and shook her head. “I’m Tori...” she
shrugged. “Victoria, but only my parents call me that.” a grimace. “There’s only
four of us sixth year girls. Monika and Cleo are over there.” she pointed to the other
girls, who were watching them. Obviously, Tori had been appointed spokesman.
Good, that meant they were unsure of her.
“I’m Storm.” she looked around, alerted by movement. The first years were moving
off to their dormitories, followed gradually by the other students who were strangely
subdued due to their lack of number.
Tori sat on one of the arm chairs. “D’you want me to show you our dorm? I’ll wait.”
Storm smiled. “Thankyou.”
“Or you could come to my room.” Draco, being a prefect, had his own room. It also
helped that he was the son of Lucius Malfoy, one of the school governors.
“I think I’d better get some sleep tonight.”
Draco laughed. “Third door to the left, up those stairs.” he indicated a darkened
flight of steps at the end of the common room. He kissed her, his fingers lingering on
the dragon tattoo under her shirt. “You’ll know the password.”
“I won’t need it.”
“I’ll be expecting you...” he walked away, aware that both Storm and Tori were
watching him. They walked up the other stone steps, turned right and down a candle
lit corridor to the sixth year girls’ dorm. There were six imposing four poster beds,
with dark green velvet hangings, two of which had the hangings drawn closed. Storm
found her bed with her trunk alongside it. She changed into her pyjamas, called out a
goodnight to Tori and climbed into the cold bed, drawing the hangings as she did so.
Twenty minutes later she was still wide awake. This whole school thing was a
lifestyle shock. She was used to going to sleep in the early hours of the morning and
awakening around noon or early afternoon. She shouldn’t have given in to boredom
and slept on the train. She slipped out of bed and, putting on her robe for warmth,
crept out of the dorm, making her way to the common room. Several candles lit
themselves as she entered and the fire crackled back into life when she curled up in
one of the armchairs in front of it. “Can’t complain about the service.” she mumbled
to herself.
Her eyes were drawn to the stairs at the end of the common room...the stairs to
Draco’s room. No, she would not go to him. But it would feel so nice to be held by
him, something familiar in this alien world. Despite her bravado, she felt lost and
alone. Ha, what did she expect, alienating two of the most popular girls in the school
before even getting here. Ten minutes later, still not sleepy, she found herself
padding softly across the cold floor and up those steps. What did he say? Third door
on the left? “Dragon.” she whispered.
A soft click as the door unlocked itself and she pushed it open. She could see by the
light of a candle left burning that the room wasn’t overly large. A large double bed,
chest of drawers and wardrobe were the only items of furniture. The hangings on the
bed were left open and Draco was asleep. She laughed softly. So much for that...but
it was warmer in this room than in the dorm, and the bed did look inviting. She left
her robe where it fell on the floor and slipped under the blankets next to Draco. He
opened his eyes and blinked at her drowsily. His hand reached out and contacted with
a silk clad hip, stroking. “Mmmmmm...nice.” he moved closer and both hands slid
under her camisole, pushing it up. “Wearing too much...”
She allowed him to undress her, idly wondering why she’d bothered to buy sleepwear.
Maybe Sirius would appreciate it. She snuggled into him, using the warmth from his
body to warm her.
His hands familiarised themselves with the feel of her body, the silken texture of her
skin. “Why are you here?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“You could have done some reading.”
“Do you want me to go?”
“I want you to tell me why you’re really here.” God, she felt good. There was no way
she was leaving his bed, not until the morning. He just wanted to hear her say she
wanted him.
“Because I’m bored and lonely and...” she kissed him. She knew what he wanted to
hear, knew how a Malfoy’s mind worked. “...and I want...you.” It came as a shock
when she realised that she actually meant it.
Draco pushed her so she was laying on her back. He leaned over her, casually. “You
want me?” he asked in mock surprise. His fingers trailed across her breasts, feather
light and teasing. “Why?”
“Don’t push your luck. If you don’t know...” she caught her breath as he sucked a
nipple into his mouth, his fingers playing lazily with the other one. Oh God...he
knew.
He kissed a trail down to her navel, wondering at her submissive behaviour. From her
earlier exploit with him on the train, he’d expected her to try and take control. He
kneeled between her legs. “Anything wrong?”
She shook her head. “Not yet, but if you don’t do something...” she trailed off.
A quick laugh at her audacity. Flat on her back, in his bed - where many, more
appreciative girls would like to be - and she was telling him what to do. His fingers
explored between her thighs, stroking roughly. Her breathing quickened. Two
fingers slipped into her. She gasped and arched her back. “Draco...”
He liked the way his name sounded, whispered between moans of pleasure.
“Mmmmmm...” he placed a kiss in the hollow by her hip bone, and withdrew his
fingers. She made a small sound of protest at the unexpected loss and tangled her
hands in his long hair. He left a love bite on the soft skin of her groin and gently
removed her hands, holding them to the mattress while his mouth trailed lower, his
tongue finding her clitoris.
“Oh...Dra...God...” she squirmed. “No...I want...” her body tensed and her
fingernails dug little grooves into his palms as she felt the beginnings of her climax.
Draco’s mouth left her. “Want...what?”
A deep breath. What was he doing to her? How had she allowed this to happen? She
didn’t beg... they did!
He made his way back up her body and claimed her lips in a deep kiss, leaving her
needing air when he pulled away. “Tell me.” his cock was pushing insistently at her
vagina.
Like you’re not going to if I don’t. “I don’t beg.” slightly breathless.
An evil laugh and he pushed in slowly, just a little. “Yes, you do.”
She tried to free her hands from his and thrust her hips, trying to increase penetration.
Draco could hold off no longer and met her thrust, pushing deep into her. She came
almost immediately, arching against him, wrapping her arms - which he’d finally
freed - around him, holding him tight, fingernails scratching his back. His mouth
covered hers to muffle her scream, but he kept moving within her, the contractions of
her orgasm around his shaft bringing him to climax within moments.
“I love you.” whispered against her lips.
“Don’t.” she took a deep breath and pushed him off her. “You’ve got no idea...” she
shook her head, clearly not about to finish the sentence.
He closed his eyes. “Yes.”
She sat up and swung her legs out of bed. One eye opened. “Where’re you going?
No...stay.” He reached out for her, pulling her close. “Stay with me.”
She snuggled in to him, kissing his neck. Staying would make her feel better. She
didn’t like feeling insecure. She closed her eyes, the rhythmic sound of his breathing
and the feel of his fingers gently rubbing the back of her neck relaxing her. Sleep
claimed her shortly thereafter.

Storm woke first the next morning, once again cursing the dungeon rooms. It
probably stayed cold and dark down here all year round. She moved Draco’s arm
from across her and left the bed, intending to be gone when he awoke. She’d go back
to her dorm, have a long hot shower...
“Next time I’m going to tie you up. That way you can’t leave.” Draco’s drawl was
more pronounced in his just awakened state, his voice husky and sexy.
Storm raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Next time...? What makes you think there’s
going to be a next time?”
“There will be.” he looked at her, standing there, still naked and obviously cold,
pyjamas in her hands.
She shrugged and threw her pyjamas at him, jumping onto the bed after them and
pulling the blankets off him.
“No...” he shouted, trying to pull the bed clothes up again. “Leave me alone! Go
away.”
A cold hand wrapped around his erect cock, causing it to shrink somewhat. “Sure?”
A quick indrawn breath. “Fuck, your hand’s cold.”
“Oh poor baby...” she removed her hand and straddled him, slowly impaling herself
on his now fully erect cock. His hands stroked up her body and slid across her erect
nipples. She shivered and leaned over him, their lips meeting, tongues clashing,
breath mingling.
Draco pulled the blankets back over them and held her tight. They moved together
sensually, their sighs, moans and breathing in unison. Both taking and giving equally,
craving the warmth and contact only available from this most intimate form of union.
Two separate, opposite forces together as one...complete...yin and yang...
He shouted her name when he came, his deeper thrusts helping her to climax. She
sunk her teeth into his neck and sucked leisurely, leaving a love bite. “I’ll see you at
breakfast.” retrieving her pyjamas, she rolled out of bed for the second time that
morning, and donned her robe.
Draco, his arms folded casually behind his head, nodded. “If you go now, you
shouldn’t meet too many people in the common room.”
“Who cares?” she pushed her hair out of her face. “After yesterday, my reputation
can’t get much lower.” Clutching her robe around herself she left Draco’s room,
walked silently across the common room and back to her own dorm, where the other
girls were getting dressed.
Tori laughed and winked at her. “Early morning workout?”
“Something like that.” Storm disappeared into the bathroom, hung the robe on a hook
and turned the shower on. Unfortunately, she now didn’t have the time for the long
shower that she’d wanted, but she still managed to wash her hair and make herself
feel presentable.
Even if she hadn’t got lost twice on her way to the Great Hall, she would have still
been one of the last to get there. She caught Snape’s glare as she sat with Tori, Chloe
and Monika. Tori passed her her class time table. “We’ve got Defence Against the
Dark Arts first.” she whistled softly between her teeth. “Professor Black...whew. I
won’t learn a thing.”
Storm laughed and took a bite out of a piece of toast. “You reckon we’ll all just be
gazing adoringly at him?”
“Well, look at him.” Chloe indicated the staff table. Four more pairs of eyes turned
to look at Sirius, who had his long black hair tied back in a ponytail, seemingly
oblivious to the attention he was receiving. “Or won’t Draco let you look?”
“Draco doesn’t tell me what to do.” Storm levelled a look at the other girl. “We just
keep each other warm at night.”
“So, you’re not...together?”
She shook her head, then glanced over at Draco when the words he’d spoken the
previous night intruded on her thoughts. He loved her. Sentiments voiced in the
aftermath of passion...or something more?

To Be CONTINUED....

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