Be Careful in the Dark

Disclaimer: not mine, not mine... oooooohhhhh not mine....

Lucius Malfoy, for all he was a cautious man, was not particularly patient one. He would make a move either at the next Hogsmeade weekend or at the holiday break. Most likely, he would make plans for both and move at the time that seemed the most advantageous; he would wait and see if she presented him with an opportunity. That meant she had a little under a month to solve a variety of problems. For instance, how was she going to keep her wand? That was important. And he was clearly going to expect her to be aroused which was not going to happen naturally. At the same time, most lust potions were overwhelming and would prevent her from making coherent decisions. At least she had an idea of what to expect. Draco had provided her with a small, thin book on the process and spells of making and taking a muggle mistress. He'd thought making her read it was hilarious. The first interaction was important though it did not actually involve any magical binding. Thank god. That came later. She had no doubt it would be humiliating and painful but he probably wouldn't break any bones or use any toys. The beginning called for flesh to flesh. She acknowledged the shudder that trembled inside her but managed to prevent it from running across her skin. She also had to be prepared if it all went to shit and she had completely misjudged the situation.

Her homework was finished and she kept her marks high enough that no one commented though they were nowhere near what they could have been. Too much energy had to be poured into her preparations. She was going to make this work.

Her use of enhancement potions had continued without any major problems. The small book Snape had provided contained a wealth of information on enhancement potions and what side effects they might have when used in conjunction with one another. It was clearly a book of his own notations... what had Professor Snape been up to over the years?

The morning of the Hogsmeade weekend bloomed, a perfect winter day. She rose quietly and folded herself down onto the floor. She stilled her mind and breath, focused on nothing and everything. When she finally felt balanced, she rose to her feet. Grateful for the privacy of the Head Girl's rooms, she prepared herself for the day. It was possible that nothing would happen but she had to be ready if it did.

As she showered, she pondered what to wear. Too sexy and he would know something was afoot. Too young and he would decide she could not handle his... needs. Stepping out of the shower, she immediately placed an anti-frizz mousse in her hair and then muttered a spell to dry her hair while maximizing the curl. By the time she was done, her hair was a cascade of curls. She rubbed lotion into her skin, making her smell faintly of flowers in the summertime. It was do in lieu of perfume. Black lace panties went on under a flowing, knee-length skirt in hunter green. A matching bra went on underneath a slim fitting black turtleneck. Her only jewelry was a pair of emerald studs, each one containing a drop of fast, painless poison. Finally, black knee-high boots to complete the outfit. Though she showed almost no flesh, just a hint where her skirt met her boots, it hugged every curve.

Not bad, she thought to herself.

She plucked a pencil from her desk, setting it flat. Moving her wand briskly, she transformed it into a replica of her wand. She would carry this instead of her real wand. Then, she cast a contraception and anti-disease spell on herself. Closing her eyes, she prepared herself for the pain of the next step. She held out her hand, stretching her index finger flat as if she were pointing at something. Then she placed her wand directly in top of her finger and muttered... Insero. A sharp, burning pain traveled up her arm and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. The wand shrunk rapidly and burrowed under her fingernail, looking like a huge splinter. She cradled her hand close to her chest until the pain abated. She had hoped to find another solution but this was the only one she could come up with. It did not disintegrate under Finite Incanteum though the stronger the spell, the more pain she experienced. She picked up a vial of nail lacquer and painted on a French manicure. It would hide the wand without interfering with it though there was obviously a ridge in her fingernail.

At last, she turned her attention to the clear vial sitting on her desk. She hunted high and low for this lust potion and hoped it would do. It was a very low level aphrodisiac that she had found in a book entitled "Loving as we age: A complete wizard's guide to love and sex after 100" and was meant for either men or women. It remained in effect until the user swallowed a counter potion. It could not force her to do anything she didn't want to though it would make her enjoy things she would not normally. The effects would not increase if she did not act on her urges. She'd tested it to make sure and while those three days had been uncomfortable she had been fine. She opened the bottle and downed it. She left the second potion on her desk. She would get it when she got back or she would be dead.

She had spelled three letters which she activated with a password. One would appear if she wasn’t back in three days and let everyone know what she had done. Another was keyed to her life signs and would only appear if she were dead. There was no reason for them to try to rescue her if she was no longer around to be rescued. The last letter was keyed to a trigger word and was to help her deal with success.

She was as ready as she was going to be.

She shrugged into her robes as she walked out the door.