The eyes of Winter
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
37
Views:
2,134
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter 4...introduction
Chapter 4....introduction
Unknown to Winter, Draco Malfoy, head boy of Slytherin house and its
most notorious evil inhabitant had seen everything that happened from
the moment she stepped off the train. From her glorious entrance, to the
way she had shut that mudblood bitch up for the first time ever. He was
simply enchanted with her.
His father had told him of the Karhem witch. Whose familiar was a gigantic
horse, she held the power to pull you within her eyes and keep you there
until she released you. Draco could only long for such a power.
He walked behind her glowing with the possibilities, as his mind took in
what he saw. Her hair was long, almost brushing the saddle as it trailed
along behind her wafting with the slight breeze on the night air. The black
velvet cape slowing drifting back and forth as her horse walked, it was
almost hypnotic in its movement.
He caught up with her after a small run and struggled to keep up as her
horse took his huge strides toward the castle. She looked down with a
small smile of amusement, he was definitely cute. Nice hair and deep eyes,
and she had heard his sexy demanding voice. Winter didn\'t stop though, just
kept looking down on him as she rode after the carriages.
\"Hey, hey, can you stop or something?\" He was starting to get winded
trying to keep up.
\"Why should I?\" Winter purred as he continued to glimpse her face through
her hair, but not getting a good look.
\"I want to talk to you that\'s all,\" Draco responded. \"You know apologize,
for my friends.\"
Winter pulled back on the reins with her leather gloved hands, stopping
Onyx. \"An apology from a man is never something to waste.\"
She looked down on him and she heard him suck in his breath
as the full view of her face was revealed. His eyes were wide and
his mouth slightly open, obviously taken aback by the apparent fondness
she had of putting metal rings through various facial parts. Winter leaned
down inhaling the night air, she could smell his intoxifing aroma, like leaves
and peppermint.
\"You were about to say something Mr....um...\" She trailed off and looked
at him expecting a answer, and an apology. Maybe.
He straightened himself up, trying to be as tall as possible. \"Ah, I\'m
Draco Malfoy, they were Crabbe and Goyle,\" motioning toward the caravan
moving toward the castle. \"Idiots really, if you must know. I am sorry for
any trouble they caused.\" He was very stiff, what was wrong with him?
\"Mmmmmm\", Winter continued to meet his gaze, \"You look like more
trouble than they are.\"
Malfoy raised an eyebrow at her trying to decipher if it was a joke or not.
The soft giggle she let out from somewhere above him reassured him it was
just a jab at him. She was messing with his head! He could only look up and
ask her, \"So what should I call you, M\'lady?\"
`What the fuck is wrong with me\', he thought. `I never talk like this, I
don\'t care for all this nice shit. Girls never mean anything to me, they lack
imagination and they want you to be yours and all the shit they bring down
on you, but this one.\' Malfoy felt a shiver run down his back.
Something stirred in him when he watched her, he got light-headed
when she spoke. He was cursing to himself for allowing his mind to become
weak, even for a second.
Deciding to be friendly she spoke in a tone that made his ears tingle.
\"Mr. Malfoy is it?\" She was staring at him again giving him that feeling of
being held. \"My name is Winter VaShawn, but in the future you can call
me Mistress.\"
He wanted to laugh, to tell her Malfoys are Masters, they don\'t play
the \'Yes Mistress\' game. Yet in his mind he could only see her eyes and
the smooth glint of her facial jewelry as she continued to look down on
him and grin beautifully.
She broke his gaze when she pulled Onyx around and once again started
for the castle, leaving Draco Malfoy alone and utterly speechless. The
second time that night she had left a Hogwarts student at a loss for words.
Maybe she could like it here after all.
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Unknown to Winter, Draco Malfoy, head boy of Slytherin house and its
most notorious evil inhabitant had seen everything that happened from
the moment she stepped off the train. From her glorious entrance, to the
way she had shut that mudblood bitch up for the first time ever. He was
simply enchanted with her.
His father had told him of the Karhem witch. Whose familiar was a gigantic
horse, she held the power to pull you within her eyes and keep you there
until she released you. Draco could only long for such a power.
He walked behind her glowing with the possibilities, as his mind took in
what he saw. Her hair was long, almost brushing the saddle as it trailed
along behind her wafting with the slight breeze on the night air. The black
velvet cape slowing drifting back and forth as her horse walked, it was
almost hypnotic in its movement.
He caught up with her after a small run and struggled to keep up as her
horse took his huge strides toward the castle. She looked down with a
small smile of amusement, he was definitely cute. Nice hair and deep eyes,
and she had heard his sexy demanding voice. Winter didn\'t stop though, just
kept looking down on him as she rode after the carriages.
\"Hey, hey, can you stop or something?\" He was starting to get winded
trying to keep up.
\"Why should I?\" Winter purred as he continued to glimpse her face through
her hair, but not getting a good look.
\"I want to talk to you that\'s all,\" Draco responded. \"You know apologize,
for my friends.\"
Winter pulled back on the reins with her leather gloved hands, stopping
Onyx. \"An apology from a man is never something to waste.\"
She looked down on him and she heard him suck in his breath
as the full view of her face was revealed. His eyes were wide and
his mouth slightly open, obviously taken aback by the apparent fondness
she had of putting metal rings through various facial parts. Winter leaned
down inhaling the night air, she could smell his intoxifing aroma, like leaves
and peppermint.
\"You were about to say something Mr....um...\" She trailed off and looked
at him expecting a answer, and an apology. Maybe.
He straightened himself up, trying to be as tall as possible. \"Ah, I\'m
Draco Malfoy, they were Crabbe and Goyle,\" motioning toward the caravan
moving toward the castle. \"Idiots really, if you must know. I am sorry for
any trouble they caused.\" He was very stiff, what was wrong with him?
\"Mmmmmm\", Winter continued to meet his gaze, \"You look like more
trouble than they are.\"
Malfoy raised an eyebrow at her trying to decipher if it was a joke or not.
The soft giggle she let out from somewhere above him reassured him it was
just a jab at him. She was messing with his head! He could only look up and
ask her, \"So what should I call you, M\'lady?\"
`What the fuck is wrong with me\', he thought. `I never talk like this, I
don\'t care for all this nice shit. Girls never mean anything to me, they lack
imagination and they want you to be yours and all the shit they bring down
on you, but this one.\' Malfoy felt a shiver run down his back.
Something stirred in him when he watched her, he got light-headed
when she spoke. He was cursing to himself for allowing his mind to become
weak, even for a second.
Deciding to be friendly she spoke in a tone that made his ears tingle.
\"Mr. Malfoy is it?\" She was staring at him again giving him that feeling of
being held. \"My name is Winter VaShawn, but in the future you can call
me Mistress.\"
He wanted to laugh, to tell her Malfoys are Masters, they don\'t play
the \'Yes Mistress\' game. Yet in his mind he could only see her eyes and
the smooth glint of her facial jewelry as she continued to look down on
him and grin beautifully.
She broke his gaze when she pulled Onyx around and once again started
for the castle, leaving Draco Malfoy alone and utterly speechless. The
second time that night she had left a Hogwarts student at a loss for words.
Maybe she could like it here after all.
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